Zywa Surrender

Amma, don't cry, I do what I need to do
Be proud and surrender, let yourself fall
into the hands of mercy

There are no disorderly heads here
On the contrary, we are beside ourselves with anger
about injustice, we are fighting in the light

of death that destroys the old world
brighter than a superstar of thousands
of suns, in which I want to melt if it falls

upon me, and Amma, it also falls upon you
like a holy sword - the wound must
bleed and let life flow away

into a new world, please surrender
and jump through the gate of the judgment
into the arms of mercy

Poem 2124
Amsterdam, 2019-02-25

Disorderly heads: TURKISH ba?ibosak FRENCH bachi-bouzouk = tête déréglée (disordered in the sense of idiot, stupid), the swear word Captain Haddock uses most often
Mahabharata 6:1, 11:12,32, 18:43
Jihad fighter (Islam = Submission, Surrender)
Syria (ar-Raqqa in 2014)

Collection: Short Sermons 
Keyword: Religion: commandments 
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