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MY HOLY LIE

Protector, I,
Keep from the eye,
Your hair so fine,
That form divine.
I put the latch,
On looks that catch.
I smother mind,
To keep and bind.
My stifling cloth,
Will close your mouth.

Worn so tight,
You lost your right.
Your pain of soul,
Will take its toll,
To see the light,
Of day, you fight,
To breathe the air,
Must gulp and tear.
Your life so aching,
Hearts are breaking.

Cast eyes down,
And hold the ground,
When masters speak,
Their looks not meet.
My cloth so thick,
Your breath comes quick,
Can press upon,
And keep in bond,
The intercourse,
Of man's discourse.

To your face bare,
You do not dare,
Or those who hate,
Will seal your fate,
With beating wires,
And funeral pyres,
Or stoning end,
Your lives and rend,
Your flesh to till,
Men mouth, "His will."

His word they twist,
And raise their fist,
Say to mothers, sisters all,
"You will not cause US to fall!
For you are less than dirt beneath,
The sandals on our holy feet.
No woman may be free to run,
Under light of Muslim sun!"
So woman shadowed life must keep,
Away from light and vision creep.

When hates his sister, mother so,
His wife and daughters lay them low,
And when that final word is given,
Now even man's life has been riven.
And WHO, you cry, can do all this?
Destroy the joy in life's sweet kiss?
And enslave all fair womankind,
Their tasks and lives unwhole defined,
To make them all to bend and hide,
Under thumb of men abide?

Poetry by Bill The Semi-Bard

		Why, Burkah is my name you see, Man's silly extremes glory ME! For God or Allah, matters not, If half of Muslim souls must rot, From words of fundamental wroth, Beneath my dark and heavy cloth. And when will come that blessed day, When Burkahcloth is put away? And man and woman finally run, Both bare-faced 'neath Allah's sun. To face each other without fear, Of a neighbor's scoffing leer. Or words and fundamental lies, And curses howled to the skies. Say, "We're human and we two, Love as we were meant to do, For all humans Allah made, And in His image we were laid. Our lives are blessed by Him above, And man cannot destroy His love." But till that day I'll hold you down, My heavy cloth upon your crown, Causing headache, soul-break, more, Your saddened spirits never soar, And you'll be punished, beaten too, Till your days are filled with rue, And heaped upon your head is scorn, Making all your years forlorn, In name of guarding you I lie. My cloth 'protect' you till you die. For Burkah is my name you see, Till I am gone ? your lives are fee. Copyright © December 18, 2001 Bill the Semi-Bard All Rights Reserved



"I felt compelled to write the above after reading a Time Magazine article about the afflictions that the wearing of the Burka garment has caused women in the Muslim world, especially in Afghanistan." Bill the Semi-Bard

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