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Showing posts with label Bashar al-Assad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bashar al-Assad. Show all posts

Saturday, March 26, 2016

SYRIAN LANDSCAPE

by Michael Shorb



Image source: Raqqa Is Being Slaughtered Silently, a campaign launched by a group of non-violent activists in Raqqa to expose the atrocities committed by the regime of Bashar Al-Assad and by the terrorist extremist group ISIS toward the civilian populations if the city.


The dictator’s weak chin
juts from a billboard as
the beady eyes dare
anyone to smirk or throw
rocks and a town
bakes under a silent sun

a tank rumbles on noisy metal treads
past a solitary leaning palm,
scattered bodies thrown
down on desert sand,
washed to the side of city
sidewalks

when the father
punishing his children
goes insane
the sounds
can be heard
for miles.


Michael Shorb was a poet, fiction writer, editor, and children's book author. As an international poet, his poetry has been published in more than 100 magazines and anthologies, including TheNewVerse.News, Michigan Quarterly, The Nation, The Sun, Salzburg Poetry Review, and Kyoto Journal. He was the recipient of a PEN AWARD, won a Merit Award for the Franklin-Christoph Poetry Contest, and was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. He lived in and loved San Francisco. Michael succumbed to GIST, a rare form of cancer in 2012.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

JEAN-PAUL SARTRE INTERVIEWS BASHAR AL-ASSAD

by Judith Terzi




Jean-Paul:      La ligne rouge? Have you crossed the red line?

Bashar:            Qu'est-ce que c'est?

Jean-Paul:      Did your regime use chemical weapons?

Bashar:            Facebook is a loaded pistol. A powder keg.
                          We are Syrians, not tweets. The story does
                          not hold together. Let me tell you the truth:
                          Hell is social media.

Jean-Paul:       If you were a philosopher, what would you do?

Bashar:            I would stop dyeing my hair, for one. It looks
                          horrible on screen. I would strive to become
                          authentic. How do you say: authentique?
                          I would dance naked with French women.
                          Naked as a worm. French women kiss like rebels,
                          n'est-ce pas? Oh, pardon, I mean like...terrorists.
                          I would sing  Non, je ne regrette rien. Wonderful
                          song. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...
                       
Jean-Paul:       Did your regime use chemical weapons?

Bashar:            When the rich go to war, women and children
                          die in the blink of an explosion in a tunnel. Red
                          line, red blood, red tulip, jungle red (my wife's
                          lipstick), Russian red, Rudolph red. You see,
                          Syria is a secular regime, Jean-Paul. Stockpiles
                          have no meaning if you are condemned to be free.
           
Jean-Paul:      Would you leave Syria if safe passage were offered?

Bashar:            Ah, Jean-Paul, the chips are not yet down. How do you
                          say: Les jeux ne sont pas faits?

Jean-Paul:      Oh, you have it wrong, cher Bashar. Les jeux sont faits.
                          So you read my play? What will happen if France
                          decides to strike? Or the U.S.?

Bashar:            I am no fortune teller, Jean-Paul. You can expect
                          the unexpected anywhere, anytime. Ha, ha, ha, ha...
                          Your peoples are no strangers to the accessories
                          of war. Engagement is an act, not a dot.com. Kind
                          regards from my wife. She wishes you would chill.
                                    

Recent poems by Judith Terzi have appeared or are forthcoming in: Malala: Poems for Malala Yousafzai (FutureCycle Press); Myrrh, Mothwing, Smoke: Erotic Poems (Tupelo Press); The Raintown Review; Times They Were A-Changing: Women Remember the 60s & 70s (She Writes Press); and elsewhere. Her fourth chapbook, Ghazal for a Chambermaid, is forthcoming from Finishing Line.