Chaos Incognito

When the maestro swallows the verses,

who consumates the music?

When the deity vomits poison,

who stops volcanoes?

When the eyes of virtue are blinded,

who appeases us with kindness?

When our hapless history bleeds,

who prevents pestilence?

When the ink of nature dries up,

who decorates the hibiscus?

When the felines stray away,

who curtails pesty rodents?

When hunger ravages the stomach,

who remembers incantations?

When the voice of the wind becomes hoarse,

who serenades the valley?

When the sky refuses to weep,

who gladdens the tomatoes?

When the wind Spins in skips,

who springs the Sail-of-Life?

When the chicken roosts with glee,

who sates the hyena's greed?

When all the sages slump, comatose,

who Scripts our poetry?

When our shrine of taste is shut,

who secretes saliva?

When the teeth of love drops,

who grinds the grain of affection?

When the soldier's cannons choke us,

who protects the land?

When the muezzin sounds war-cries,

who mediates man and Allah?

When the catechists impale the devout,

who anoints the promise of heaven?

When billows strangle the fire,

who remakes our future?

When heroes hawk our faith,

who conjures dreams for the foetus?