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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464338" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beneath The Ossa Of Dust</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(On the event when five women buried alive) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What kind of hearts <br>We contain in the chests! <br>What kind of thoughts <br>We bear in the minds! <br>What kind of blood <br>Flows through our veins! <br>For the loins and the wolves, <br>The rats and cats, the dogs and hogs: <br>The ferocious animals <br>That bear the brutal hearts, <br>Dare not bury their fellows alive. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I weep, weep and weep! <br>I wail, wail and wail! <br>On the deed you did, <br>On the crime you committed; <br>And those who remained silent spectators, <br>Are the accomplices too, <br>The collaborators, <br>In execution of the most heinous, <br>And monstrous deed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The daughters of Eve and Adam, <br>Who are akin to us <br>As mothers, daughters, sisters <br>And companions of life <br>Have been maltreated, <br>Buried alive by the so-called elites: <br>Cream of the crop, <br>Who are men in forms <br>But wolves in spirits, <br>The sky might not have witnessed <br>The spectacle more horrible, <br>More hideous since centuries.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They might have suffocated <br>Feeling themselves beneath <br>The Ossa of dust, <br>Blocking the respiratory tracks, <br>All helpless, unaided <br>With palpitating, breathing hearts, <br>And fearful minds <br>Wrapped in the brutal murkiness, <br>Yearning for a single <br>Fresh breath or a gust of wind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are the laws? <br>Where are the morals? <br>Yes; they exist, <br>But for the back-broken <br>And not for the feudal lords: <br>The snakes sitting coiled <br>Upon the heaps of gold, <br>They are privileged <br>To do with liberty <br>What their wanton hearts wish, <br>No punishment: <br>Terrestrial or celestial them scars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! They buried <br>Five women in the dust alive, <br>Should we weep and wail, <br>Or wail and weep, <br>We still live in the Stone Age <br>Or in an era much worse than that, <br>We are no more in the modern age; <br>Imaging a while, <br>Place yourself in the place of those women<br>Buried alive with the beating hearts, <br>Pulsating pulses <br>What a horrible experience <br>They might have undergone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The more I think <br>The more my head begins to pound<br>And my despised heart wishes to live, <br>In the hovels beneath the ground, <br>In the company of the beasts: <br>Less brute and less appalling, <br>They may tear me to pieces <br>But will not bury me alive, <br>With beating heart and pulsating pulse<br>Beneath the Ossa of dust, <br>Blocking the respiratory tracks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Muhammad+Shanazar">Muhammad Shanazar</a><div class=q>
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What kind of hearts 
We contain in the chests! 
What kind of thoughts 
We bear in the minds! 
What kind of blood 
Flows through our veins! 
For the loins and the wolves, 
The rats and cats, the dogs an..."></div>
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