January 5, 2009

Simply Red...


I am fixated on red these days, everything I wear is bright red, not that I have many red clothes to wear...but red is everywhere. I watch it daily, red...red blood pouring down the streets, the hospitals corridors, under the rubbles...tanks and barrels of red...everyone around me is red too, red with anger, with rage...powerlessly red. A red impotence, a red cry stuck in one's throat, a red tear frozen on the edges, on the corner...red.

I see red everywhere...reminding me of the red in Baghdad, that has not abated...
The Green turns into Red, and the Red into Black...and then Red again...

How many more red gallons will it take ?

Is Arab blood so cheap ? Bring it down to less than 40 dollars a barrel ? Nah, much cheaper, it has no value and no price...let it pour, let it flow...why not, it is the "other's" blood, the other one,

The other one, hardly a name, maybe a first name and maybe a number...but not even. What does it matter ? A Mohamed, a Ali, a Zaynab, a Aisha...a woman, a child, an old man, an old woman...does not matter. It is the "Other" and it is disposable...

Finish them off ! One by one...go for it, go for it...you can do it...they never existed in your minds to start with...

What are these screams and shouts that I hear ? They are moving, they are alive...they exist. Nah, these are only shadows, shadows of your imagination...Finish them off !

And so it is done...one by one, country by country... until the Green turned Red and the Red turned Black and the Black turned Red again...

It is all simply very Red...and shall remain so,

And don't come and say you have not been warned...


Painting : Iraqi artist (name?): Nights of Fragments of Fire