Walking down the wooded lane, a fence, man’s separation,
I pondered of our need for a form of segregation.
Myth would have it that God punished disobedient humanity,
Exiled from our birthplace, closed off, in a form of segregation.
Men created ghettos and concentration camps in Europe,
Keeping the holy from the damned, a form of segregation.
South Africa for years created “home lands” by constitution,
Keeping whites “safe” from “Bantu”, brutal, a form of segregation.
Now Bastet observes our modern age and sees that god is profit.
Subtle our enlightened age but still a form of segregation.
I tried the Ghazal again…however, it still comes out somber. So be it. I did however find an interesting site which by clicking HERE you can see an illustrated how to in writing a Ghazal. I discovered that the repeated phrase or word is called a radif and the last word of the first line that rhymes with the radif is called a qaafiya. Each couplet is a stand alone poem and there’s no need to have them “tell a story”. Each couplet has to have the same number of syllables in each line.