Reflection of Death Poem

By: Jumah Al Dossari

Take my blood.
Take my death shroud and
The remnants of my body.

Take photographs of my corpse at the grave, lonely.

Send them to the world,

To the judges and

To the people of conscience,

Send them to the principled men and the fair-minded.

And let them bear the guilty burden before the world,

Of this innocent soul.

Let them bear the burden before their children and before history,

Of this wasted, sinless soul,

Of this soul which has suffered at the hands of the “protectors of peace.”

As I read this poem I could feel the pain and suffering that this person faced. It revealed a lot of emotions that can encounter hardship and struggles to have the rights that a human being should have. It can also reveal the trials of war within a nation and the force movement, migration and separation between individuals.

With this poem in my mind, I was doing some research about the Tamil Migrates and I found a clip that I found relates to this poem:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1UnhPq8Pio

It’s called Ethnic War between Tamil and Sinhalese. As I watch this clip, I could relate to death. The part what captured my eyes was when there were white strings hanging and the narrator said “In Sri Lanka, white strings is the color of death”.  This was very odd to me because from what I know white means peace, but I guess I was wrong.