Your eyes staring bright, with flames of power within
At the top of your voice you cry," to the tyrant I will not give in!"
A tear on thy cheek, a smile on thy lonely face
Clutching a stone with a hand, and lying in your dead mother's embrace
Drenched in her blood, that a focused bullet shed
Blood mingles with the Earth, turning green life red
Your only white garment stained with crimson death
You breathe, yet your heart holds no breath
Still, with a burning passion for freedom and life
And with a broken body, yet a soul so alive
You leave the haven of thy mother's lifeless bosom
And wander about the ashes of a destruction so gruesome
You run amongst the bodies of your brethren on the ground
With open arms you run to your freedom, unbound
The courage of a veteran, the innocence of a young child
In steady steps, and a look in your eyes so wild,
You open your arms, embracing the enemy's fire,
You fall to the ground, as your soul stares higher
On the ground you lay, with a stone in your blood-stained hand
Unscared, untrembling, embraced by the soil of your land
Awaiting your mother to come and take you once again
To that place you still recall, Of sun and wind and rain
A place you used to call home, where your heart once belonged
A place you still call home, to which your soul has always longed
We are here, O' brave young veteran
Children, Women, Elderly and Men
To follow your lead, and hold that stone once more
To revive your soul amongst us, and let your legacy roar!
Sarah Mohamedhisham Khater
8-5-2011
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