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TERROR/MATHEMATICS After the beheading of 21 Christian Egyptians in Libya, February 2015 Try calculated, think math. Capture and + the numbers, − the Muslims. 21 is what you are left with, which is 3x7. Any multiple of 3 is blasphemous, is √all evil, and we will / its neck open. Islam is an X in an equation we never want you to solve. A % of you will stop eating breakfast. Sure, there is the grief of the mothers, who will pull at their hair, + the fathers, who will cover their faces with dirt, & this can’t be ÷, like ∞, but who has time for pain>> the sea, which we will turn red. The killer/killed ratio is 1:1, + the orator, who names the horror. Color too, is used in this ∑. Kneel now, face down, and we will show you DeathOrange. You can keep your // universe of Love. We ourselves to Paradise, which is and exact. It’s simple. Try this: [(Allah + Blood) x (Scream + Akbar)] = Y Fear and this God here, but surely, a Hell. Zeina Hashem Beck (first published in One Throne) BEIRUT WALL, AUGUST 24, 2015 “There is no wall here,” you are told. “What an imagination. We will pray for you. There is no wall. Perhaps you should sleep. Sleep. Yalla, yalla tnam. We have pills. Take this in the morning. It will make you sing. This one here (take it at night) will burn like tear gas, and you will stop dreaming for centuries.” But you take your paint and your shovel, you say, “There’s always been a wall here, with barbwire roots that smell of money and rust. I will draw. I will dance. I will dig, start within my heart.” Zeina Hashem Beck 50
- Page 1 and 2: Volume 3 Issue 2 Summer 2015 From t
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TERROR/MATHEMATICS<br />
After <strong>the</strong> behead<strong>in</strong>g of 21 Christian Egyptians <strong>in</strong> Libya, February 2015<br />
Try calculated, th<strong>in</strong>k math.<br />
Capture <strong>and</strong> + <strong>the</strong> numbers,<br />
− <strong>the</strong> Muslims. 21 is what you are<br />
left with, which is 3x7. Any multiple of 3<br />
is blasphemous, is √all evil,<br />
<strong>and</strong> we will / its neck open.<br />
Islam is an X<br />
<strong>in</strong> an equation we never<br />
want you to solve. A % of you<br />
will stop eat<strong>in</strong>g breakfast. Sure, <strong>the</strong>re is <strong>the</strong> grief<br />
of <strong>the</strong> mo<strong>the</strong>rs, who will pull at <strong>the</strong>ir hair,<br />
+ <strong>the</strong> fa<strong>the</strong>rs, who will cover <strong>the</strong>ir faces with dirt,<br />
& this can’t be ÷, like ∞,<br />
but who has time for pa<strong>in</strong>>> <strong>the</strong> sea,<br />
which we will turn red. The killer/killed<br />
ratio is 1:1, + <strong>the</strong> orator, who names <strong>the</strong> horror.<br />
Color too, is used <strong>in</strong> this ∑. Kneel now, face down,<br />
<strong>and</strong> we will show you DeathOrange.<br />
You can keep your // universe of Love. We<br />
ourselves to Paradise, which is <strong>and</strong> exact.<br />
It’s simple. Try this:<br />
[(Allah + Blood) x (Scream + Akbar)] = Y Fear<br />
<strong>and</strong> this God here,<br />
but surely, a Hell.<br />
Ze<strong>in</strong>a Hashem Beck<br />
(first published <strong>in</strong> One Throne)<br />
BEIRUT WALL, AUGUST 24, 2015<br />
“There is no wall here,” you are told.<br />
“What an imag<strong>in</strong>ation. We will pray for you.<br />
There is no wall. Perhaps<br />
you should sleep. Sleep.<br />
Yalla, yalla tnam. We have pills.<br />
Take this <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> morn<strong>in</strong>g. It will make you<br />
s<strong>in</strong>g. This one here<br />
(take it at night) will burn<br />
like tear gas, <strong>and</strong> you will stop dream<strong>in</strong>g<br />
for centuries.”<br />
But you take your pa<strong>in</strong>t <strong>and</strong> your shovel, you say,<br />
“There’s always been a wall here, with barbwire roots<br />
that smell of money <strong>and</strong> rust.<br />
I will draw. I will dance. I will dig,<br />
start with<strong>in</strong> my heart.”<br />
Ze<strong>in</strong>a Hashem Beck<br />
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