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To A Suicide Bomber

Enemies Grow Stronger

To A Suicide Bomber

Dr. Rafey Habib

You do not speak for me:

You who soak yourselves in blood

Are far from the Prophet’s mantle.

You who act beyond the Book

Are far from the Word.

You do not speak for me:

You who do not know, and kill,

Murder your own soul

You blew up a young girl.

A mother’s heart will bleed forever.

A father’s will is broken.

Because of you their world is ended.

What good have you done?

Your own wife, young,

Curses you in her sleep, her nightmare.

Your children betrayed

To a myth; they still ask for you.

Your parents dragged

Through your empty dream.

Because of you their world is ended.

You have brought not paradise

But hell: hell to all around you.

Their ghosts will rise around you,

Asking: Why? Why?

What good have you done?

Because of you, I am reviled;

Because of you, your own people suffer;

Because of you

Oppression speaks louder.

Because of you, my religion reels in shame.

Because of you, two countries lie in ruins.

Because of you, a deserted nation suffers.

Because of you, the corrupt have grown stronger.

The bigots can speak without shame.

Because of you, the good people the world over

Have no name.

With each act of your violence,

Your enemies grow stronger, harsher

More justified in killing and conquest.

Each life you take weakens your cause, turns

An indifferent world against you.

You call yourselves holy warriors:

But you have never read the Holy Book,

Never tried to understand,

Never struggled with yourself.

You took the easy way:

And what will you say on the Day of days?

What will you say to your Lord, to

Those you killed, to your family?

What good have you done?

It is not you who bear

The prophet=s sword; the

True sword is a word, a thought,

Touched by light, forged

In wisdom and

Relentless in love.

It is not you who wear

The prophet=s mantle but those who

Strive , armed not with bombs but with

Patience, with a Book,

High in words and deeds.

You do not speak for me

Or the sweetness of my God;

You do not speak for me.

I thought this poem was very moving and really emotionally driven. I thought there was a lot of symbolism in the poem that made it speak a greater message and to a larger audience. Every person may not understand every aspect of the poem, but enough so that they would understand the message and feel its political implication.