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For Ninety Virgins In Paradise
by
Debra Rose
(Age: 26)
copyright 01-27-2004
  
Age Rating: 13 +
To the Suicide Bombers
He said goodbye and kissed his wife,
To disappear into the grave,
Where thoughts of murder led the way--
For ninety virgins in paradise.
He told his god he'd give his life,
That those who sinned he soon would raze,
And save the pure from evil's daze--
For ninety virgins in paradise.
He said a prayer to end the strife,
Hoped he could be truely brave,
As more and more the death he craved--
For ninety virgins in paradise.
He strapped the bombs on in the night,
And told himself his god he saved,
Lining gunpowder in plastic trays--
For ninety virgins in paradise.
And the bus arrived at rising light,
He slipped aboard and lit the flame
Destroying those his heart did blame--
For ninety virgins in paradise.
And the victims never got to fight,
And no last words they got to say,
Their world turned just turned a shade of gray--
For ninety virgins in paradise.
And the yellow bus flew up so high,
Such young lives just thrown away,
Twelve children slaughtered in the fray--
For ninety virgins in paradise.
He said goodbye and kissed his wife,
Swore those children, they would pay--
For ninety virgins in paradise.
This is based off of something we learned in my anthropology class today about extremists for religious groups. If you have any suggestions on how to fix, I'm open to anything. This was really hard to write.
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10-17-2007
Richard Reed Jr
You are so good at writing about serious things with a sarcastic lean to them.
This looks like a difficult write, but it was well worth it. I do like the way it flows. Good word choice and arrangement, a message and a good story.
Who could ask for more?
I could---I could ask for some new poems from you.
PLEASE!
I miss you,
~Rich
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09-06-2005
Eleni Makarios
I belive this would be a very hard poem to comprehend unless you know about the Muslim religion and what happened on September 11. It was a sad day, I remember. A Muslim girl came the next summer to my island and her family was scorned. It was all very sad. So i researched September 11, and it was hard to belive what had happened. Very sad. It was hard for me to understand why the men did this, but after reading this poem and a few others, I understand. Thank you, Debra, for this wonderful poem.
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06-30-2005
Walter Jones
You play the game better than most. Vision and image always your strong points, closure is the only problem, verse reversal is the solution if you really want one... A writer you are. So much talent....dripping honey..Walt
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06-24-2005
Roger Crique
Delaney,L. has a point. Your ending must stand up or be more powerful than your beginning. Also, in my opinion, repeating the title in every stanza renders your poem ineffective, because it steals from the poem itself and forces the reader to concentrate on the title itself. I would not do that. You don't want your poem sounding like a prayer. having said that, I must applaud you on the amount of work that you dedicated to this poem. It is quite noticeable! The power and reality conveyed in this poem is hair-raising. Marvelous imagery and great vision.
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08-06-2004
Jackie Edwards
I like it. It's very interesting.
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06-30-2004
Delaney Lindley
Reread it and thought about the ending. I think it fits now- boy am I fickle lol
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05-05-2004
Delaney Lindley
I think this is really good but the last part is so unlike the others.... the last part just doesn't feel right yet.
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