14/12/2025
To a dead Middle Eastern Poet
Irrespective of who he is
Where he comes from
Or what he stands for
I will love him like a brother
Merely for the fact
That he is a poet
A poet is gentle
He writes with his blood
The power that moves him
Moves the stars, the planets and the oceans
When he is murdered in cold blood
It weighs heavy on my conscience
In some inexplicable way
I feel responsible
I am still a poet
But I feel diminished
Drained of blood
My only response is
The words and music
Pent up within him -
Silenced
Never to be heard again
As if
Part of the music in the universe
Has been erased!
Inspired by a video in which a poet was murdered in cold blood because of his politics.
