To tell you the story, of the goddess; Al-Lat
Details
- Artist: Vichakshana Arangala
- Artist: #NEWPALMYRA
- Year: 2018
- Exhibition: #PALMYRAVERSE October Campaign
- Medium: Digital text
- Medium: Poem
Description
To tell you the story, of the goddess; Al-Lat
This is where we’re now, to the beginning we’ll go. To tell you the story, of the goddess; Al-Lat
The temple laid barren, all empty and void. All it’ Bhakts freed at last, from the goddess Al-Lat. With a newly found religion, to replenish their souls.
They prayed to one god. And prayed with one word. A sound called “Shalom”
But the walls, they stood strong, and pillars held high. All the goddess’s might and strength. Her femininity too.
Sleek, ceramic slabs, still ran their course. Beneath the desert sun. But soon they’d be gone, with no one to pray.
A day will soon come, when she’ll stand no more. Her temple in ruins, a mere desert story. Forgotten to history.
The years passed her by, and the battles raged on. The arrows, swords and spears, would soon make way for. Bullets and Hand grenades.
Peace came at last, when the men all calmed down. The temple was soon filled. With tourists, not Bhakts.
This is where we’re now, to the beginning we went. To tell you the story, of the goddess; Al-Lat
Peace would not last. For then they found oil. For that they shed blood.
And now the war is waging. I can see the men, all marching. And my heart beat start racing.
Here comes the Mujahedeen with his Kalashnikov and his Shariah. With C4 in his hand. And Al-Lat stood no more.
Bombed to smithereens In the name of Al-Lah. And his so called Khalifah
Programmers, they soon pushed through. Digging through dust and stone. Masons of zero and one.
The temple shall stand strong once more. When all the work is done. Pillared by art and song.