Saturday, July 28, 2012

And We Die...

Revolution is led by the young
the battle of oppression is near.
Freedom bells have rung
we've suppressed our fear.

and we die...
as you observe and meet
and they die...
while you drag your feet

The world watches our blood
as it flows through the streets.
Politicians clean their hands
with our defeat.

and we die...
while you negotiate peace
and they die...
by the hands of our own police

This suffrage for toleration
has come too far to unwind.
Seems like a no win situation
unless you emancipate your mind.

and we die...
while you sit and debate
and they die...
watching their women raped

The struggle against tyranny will continue 
until our dreams are realized.
My town, your village, whatever the venue
our liberation musn't be compromised.

and we die...
to be honored by the freed
and we've died
martyrs, our last breath singing nasheed

Tsuliena
Summer 

1 comment:

  1. Great poem. Really hit me in my soul. A powerful piece. I like the rhyme and song-like refrain.

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