Ashura | Poetry

“Ashura”

I saw a casket go by, and as it passed,
An image came to mind – long was its path.
I thought of the years, the tears and the laughs…
Signs for the future writ in blood of the past.

An image came to mind – long was its path:
A revolution planned so the circle can last.
Signs for the future writ in blood of the past…
Lines sound familiar but now we are the cast.

A revolution planned so the circle can last…
Every day’s Ashura and the armies amass,
Lines sound familiar but now we are the cast.
Crying out, “Imam-e-man Husayn ast!”

Today is Ashura and the armies amass…
I think of the years, the tears and the laughs.
I cry out “Imam-e-man Husayn ast!”
Today is Ashura, some truths can never pass…

© Cyrus McGoldrick, Muharram 1438

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