‘The Truth James Foley Stood For’ and Other Poetry by Cid Wa’eeb El Sur The Society September 3, 2014 News of Note, Poetry 1 Comment The Truth James Foley Stood For, a Ten-nos* James Foley, searching for the truth, a photo journalist, was murdered in cold blood by a masked IS jihadist, beheaded on a video in deserts of Iraq, mercilessly, cruelly, by a killer dressed in black. The guy who only wanted to expose the suffering was executed brutally without a covering, his evil butcher camouflaged behind a veiled cloth, his vicious killer shrouded as a grim and reaping Goth, believing in the triumph of a cult of hate and death. The truth James Foley stood for is clearly under threat. *A ten-nos, the word sonnet written backwards, is a poem of ten lines (five couplets) of iambic heptameter that I have created. A sonnet is frequently 14 lines of 10 syllables; a ten-nos is 10 lines of 14 syllables. Upon the Destruction of the Tomb of Jonah I called out to the Lord. Out of distress I called. I cried out of the belly of Sheol, Mosul. The city is transformed, diversity made bald, with thousands fleeing the Islamic State’s cru’l rule. I’m cast out of His presence. How’ll I look again upon His holy temple served up with this gruel? But I remember then, this is the world of men. Deliverance belongs unto the Lord. Some will forsake those who have paid regard to idols vain. In balaclavas and black coats they’ve come to film sledge hammer vengeance on this tomb of mine. It’s malled. O, Nineveh, I wail, what else must be killed? The Mosul Dam “Now the earth was…full of violence.” —Genesis 6: 11 In north Iraq, the Mosul Dam sits on the Tigris River, capturing snowmelt from Turkey. On a karst foundation, it has been unstable since it first was built. Repeatedly it must be grouted with cement, because of constant leaks unfurled, and has been dubbed, perhaps because of this, as the most dangerous dam in the world. So when the IS forces conquered it, there was relief when the Peshmergas pushed them back, with help from timely, targeted, American air strikes. That weakness plugged, it still could generate and irrigate, and hold the flood behind its line of fate. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) One Response james sale September 3, 2014 Really like your Jonah poem – some lovely touches in it: the Sheol/Mosul correspondence, the use of Biblical phrases, the consonantal rhymes – beautiful – a really good piece, well done. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.