Böcker av Moen Haider

A grain of wheat falls into the ground and perishes, yet it remains alive, it had to die to produce loads of grain.Oh verily, verily, say unto you, the earth needs resurrection; and humanity needs another rising from its mechanized graves crowned with tombstones of ignorance, brutality, and sickness.Cold bloody oppressors in Liberal garb tried their best to abort our working-class history in the aftermath of the Cold War (1917/2001), hearts amputated, souls corrupted, youth wasted, health poisoned, brains degraded, life prostituted, and fruits of labor detested in self-torturing bullock carts of insane, inhuman, and sick drudgery.Alienated we are, bleeding from wars, genocides, and terrors which fettered dawn's light. Our freedom and rights have been debased by dwarfs of the corporate industry while widows of education have been mourning human rights and deceased history.There is no title more expressive for this book than resurrection as it is a contemplation of human poultry farms and praise for universal regeneration of health, and a celebration of the immortal victory of the international working class over corrupt fascist and sinful pestilence.

Poetry is a sacred pledge and a revolt against the reactionary summons of history and words commingled with life's immense thunderstorms reverberating resistance, love, and commitment toward oppressed people and their sufferings in order to generate an ongoing critical and democratic dialogue as a dialectical hymn in terms of thought as a discourse to infect and liberate historical mind. The destiny of art in our times is none other than the progress of the consciousness of freedom, and poetry transmits that feeling. It connects and unifies humanity to attain its highest ideals and to challenge the conventional wisdom of aesthetics and art for art's sake. Life is a Moby Dick, and we the poets and artists are Captain Ahab of history. Poetry is a voyage, a journey, and most wonderful adventure for imagination. It is an epic of hunting and exploring ideas with emotional sincerity, simplicity, and honesty in the footsteps of all great and glorious creative Milky Ways. Poetry is like mining our selves and digging our hearts and to extract all the weird perspectives and feelings for the desired materials that we need to discharge and mix with music of colorful and budding futuristic words, words as a passionate desire for change and independence, words driven from the blooming valleys of imagination, words like mustard seeds and birds of heavenly grace, beauty, and peace as a people's pledge against the brutality, ignorance, and all forms of oppression.