From ‘The Spy of the Heart’ by Robert Darr
The Meeting of Two Satans
Again the world-devouring wolves met face to face
and plans of darkest treachery they’ve set in place.
Either one of them could teach the very Devil
tricks of treachery, murder, falsity and evil.
Through some new magic they numb the mind;
Instead of peace, give humanity war in kind.
They meet to tell the world that they possess
All that people need, not more and no less.
They say our weapons’ fire will certainly dry
those tears the anguished eyes now cry.
“We must with bullets stitch the wounds,” they say
“to cure the mourning hearts, their pain allay.”
“Well yes we’re wolves but also shepherds tried.
What can the weak do? That flock is terrified.”
They say they’re doctors yet their work is killing;
These devils violate all rights of the ailing.
They’re pleased with any who play the slave,
bitter enemies of any who as free men behave.
They’re at the head of impiety, cruelty, and degeneracy;
They guide the local tyrants and cause their ascendancy.
They’ve no heart, just Satan in the cage of their breasts,
No wonder their every action is from demonic pests.
For the Muslim people, both of them are executioners
Both of them are tricky, they’re divisive trap-setters.
The White House and the Red House
The White House is not the seat of a worthy advisor:
There’s no promise there but evil for men of goodwill.
It is as red as the Kremlin in the blood of people;
It’s a Black House of conspiracy not the White House.
The white and red palaces are palaces of terrible crimes;
Whoever places their hopes in them will find no hope.
The gardener grafting in a marsh of red blood
Shouldn’t hope to pick flowers from weeping willows.
O wayfarer of our tribe, if you’re a real Mujahid,
know this road is not the pure road of the martyr.
Reagan is a Gorbachev with a different face;
Cutting short the words: you don’t need his words.
He will bar you from jihad a hundred times;
The stage cannot be set properly by such a demon.
Look at history: from this old experienced thief
there is only highway robbery, nothing new.
Look into the blood-wet eyes of the orphans
and see a blood-Red Sea that has no shore.
This sea of blood of the faithful of Islam feeds
the killers which are none other than these two ghouls.
O followers of brave Hussein, don’t complain
about one demon to the very leader of demons.
Don’t dress up the shop for any business but God’s;
The blood of the martyrs is not for buying and selling.
Abdul Ahad presented me with this collection of poetry upon my return from northern Afghanistan in 1989. I asked him about the interethnic fighting I had witnessed throughout the north. He too was shocked by this, since it went against all that he believed in.
“These people fighting against other Muslims are committing a very great crime, greater than the crimes of the Marxists,” he lamented. “Because they are Muslims killing Muslims and God has said that He curses such people.”
Abdul Ahad’s ideals were very high and, I think, easy to dash in this power-hungry environment. He would often lament the lack of honesty and integrity in the ranks of the Mujahideen. He admitted openly that many people were taking advantage of the resistance to Soviet and Marxist occupation. Abdul Ahad even seemed a bit suspicious of some of the Mujahideen commanders that I was working with. He asked me what happened to the large sums of money I had taken in with Commander Nurullah’s help to be distributed to internal refugees. I told him more about my recent experiences while traveling to the north of Afghanistan
Avialble online www.spyoftheheart.com the book can also be downloaded from the same website, Sidi Robert Darr has also contrabuted to Seasons Journals an article on the Court of Lions’ in al-Hambra Palace
