Freedom 05/22/2010
Smokeless fire burns the papers, Of resolutions by blunted pens, Using the ink of united powers, Every verb written in past tense. The one of only three places to be, Is now standing on a corroded stool, Trembling pillars on their very knees, Slowly entering history books in school. Flightless pigeons in barbed cages, With broken wings and grey feathers, Rusted steel surrounding for ages, An untold tale of the silent wailers. Lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, Lying on the floor staring at the stars, Wish to share this comforting feeling, Wish to tell the tales and the scars. Ibnuazlan wrote this poem specially for Palestine. It talks about the Palestinians, the UN, Al-Aqsa Masjid, the Israelis who are involved in oppression, and us. Author: ibnuazlan (http://ibnuazlan.blogspot.com/2010/02/freedoom.html) CommentsLeave a Reply |
