The Death of the young is upon me

“My heart is sore pained within me, and the terrors of death are fallen upon me. Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, and the horror hath overwhelmed me. And I said, ‘Oh that I had wings like a dove! For then would I fly away, and be at rest.” Psalm 55

The Death of the young is upon me

The Death of the young is upon me

Be still my heart.

The death of infants is upon me

The death of children is upon me

The terrible death of the young is upon me.

Be still my soul

Do not tremble so shaking the foundations of the world.


I have blood on my hands

We have blood on our hands

Shall we ever be forgiven?

When you cried mama

Where was I

Where were the mothers of the world?

When I heard you cry mama

I raised my eyes to the crimson sunset of blood and cried

See, see where Christ’s blood streams in the firmament! 

Be still be still

For the blood of children is all around me

The man-made darkness engulfs me

O where were we


For the childish ghostly procession is upon us

Let the star of love rise and redeem us


©Alisar Iram

About alisariram

I am an artist, a writer and a researcher. I know Arabic and English . I am interested in music and art of every description. I like to describe myself as the embodiment of a harmonious marriage between two cultures which I value and treasure.
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