Mephistolean Shrieks


Mephistolean high-pitched shrieks resound

Across the flowery plane of Esdrealon,

Befoul the morning air and then rebound

From Gaza's strip up to the Lebanon.



The Prince of Chaos targets the pure well,

The only well spring in the wilderness,

The Land of God, - God’s most own Israel,

Against which fiendish powers push and press.



Brave Kibbutz workers labored hard and groomed

And irrigated arid barren land,

Worked day and night until it thrived and bloomed,

And made to sordid mud huts soon an end.



Restraint now so the Israelis are

That bore for years with varmints patiently,

How risky to retreat and to concede

To find a home and dwelling in the sea!.



For generosity will be abused,

As is the case so very frequently,

T'is rather grim to wake up hurt and bruised,

Robbed of your land and pushed into the sea.



As puppets of the father of all lies

That pays for bombers homicides' increase,

Their mission and their goal - destabilize,

And bring civilizations to their knees.



Weep, mourn, - the sons of Ishmael betrayed

Their sacred mission and proud legacy,

And did prefer to desecrate and hate,

Led by the minions of infamy.



Great Sufi masters turn round in their grave,

And Jalaluddin’s* Muse does rend her garb,

Shell shocked to see her people crawl and cave

Beneath the shrieks of the infernal harp.



And silent was the world when ovens wide

Where masterminded and the hellish flame,

exuding miasmic stench of cyanide,

Marked humankind with everlasting shame.



Lo! Holocaust deniers turn the spit,

In ignorance malicious of the past,

Despotic Mullahs sport denying it.

But jubilate at deadly rockets' blast.





Now in a standstill is diplomacy,

And resolutions are so weak and frail,

Or watered down by covert treachery

Enabling foes to yet again assail.



It is a war unjustly forced upon

Long suffering and so patient Israel

By forces wanting world dominion,

And doom the world with odors foul from hell.



Is the hid Imam Ahmadinejad?

In Revelation darkly prophesied,

A fiend Uranium-steel-and iron clad,

Assigned to do with Christ the final fight?



Lo! Agencies that recommend restraint

Are fops or pinheads, as the case may be,

One thing is sure, they lend no helping hand,

But watch from lofty arm chairs World War Three.



Time for restraint, it has passed long ago,

Too many years of suffering went by.

And time for foes to shell the land and throw

Bomb rockets that with long-range missiles vie..



T'is World War III, when the abyss spawns forth

It's vermin and a sea change may take place,

Awake, dear peers, and show your mettle's worth,

And fight abys's power with God's grace.







*Jalaluddin Rumi,



Greatest of Persian(Iranian) Sufi Masters, Mystics, Poets and Saints.



The Sufi masters turn round in their grave,

And Jalaluddin’s* Muse does rend her garb,

Shell shocked to see her people crawl and cave

Beneath the strings of the infernal harp.



Lo Holocaust deniers turn the spit,

In ignorance malicious of the past,

And taunt the Jews as Hitler while they hit

And jubilate at deadly rockets' blast.







Now in a standstill is diplomacy,

And resolutions are so weak and frail,

Or watered down by covert treachery

Enabling foes to yet again assail.



It is a war unjustly forced upon

Long suffering and so patient Israel

By forces wanting world dominion,

And doom the world with odors foul from hell.



Is the hid Imam Ahmadinejad?

In Revelation darkly prophesied,

A fiend Uranium-steel-and iron clad,

Assigned to do with Christ the final fight?



Lo! Agencies that recommend restraint

Are fops or pinheads, as the case may be,

One thing is sure, they lend no helping hand,

But watch from lofty arm chairs World War Three.



Time for restraint, it has passed long ago,

Too many years of suffering went by.

And time for  foes to shell the land and throw

Bombs from the Golan Heights or from on high.



T’is World War III, when the abyss spawns forth

It’s vermin and a sea change may take place,

Awake, dear peers,  and show your mettle’s worth,

And fight abyss’s power with God’s grace.









*Jalaluddin Rumi,



Greatest of Persian(Iranian) Sufi Masters, Mystics, Poets and Saints.



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