We the men and women of the world, <br />Remain annoyed <br />With brothers, sisters and fellow beings; <br />Spend lives <br />Dining the dinners of hatred, <br />Taking the waters of hypocrisy, <br />Breathing the air of arrogance. <br />We trouble, we tease, we torment, <br />Plotting, playing <br />Against them the foul games; <br />And when one dies, <br />Departs to the world next, <br />We gather around the corpse <br />With tied jaws, close eyes, wrapped in shroud. <br />We shriek and shout, we weep and wail <br />We cling to the feet, fall to embrace the deceased, <br />We sniff back the tears, <br />Some shed them as does a crocodile, <br />We wipe, rub the noses to make them red, <br />As if we are bruised and battered by the pang. <br />Along the coffin <br />We move with pretentious sullen hearts, <br />As if we have a load of grief to haul. <br />Putting into grave we throw handfuls of dust, <br />In fact we dust the eyes <br />Of participants of the burial. <br />All rites then after we perform <br />To nourish the bellies with the dishes sweet, <br />Though the deceased might have died of hunger.<br /><br />Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-dust-the-eyes/
