And so it goes, and it came like this–
you may like it,
or you may not…
The Poet Shouts Versefully Out
The crowd stops and gathers about
He stands tall and projects
Do Not Forget-
Do not forget from whence you came!
It may be a long away flicker- but it burns like the embers
in the fires of life!
What, you say, Does This all Mean?
It means, that we will not lay down and die.
” For what greatness does this betray to lie down and die? “
The greatness of our land
the beauty and justness in our being!
The great land we know in Palestine.
‘Oh the tales he weaves
the shoulders he stands on
whirling dervishly
he sings, he shouts…
Palestine Rises!
Victory is on our horizon.
Palestine shines, like the ripeness of the sun on our olive trees
It shines in the pupils of our youth, in the spirit of our elderly
Palestine shines! Palestine rises! Palestine lives!
As the crowd spun around
pinned silently to this sacred ground
entranced by his
profound sagely sound
he continued
aloud…
Palestine complete.
Palestine is burning, it is bleeding
in the streets.
The people are rising up
to face their enemies
Almighty fighters
who sacrifice complete
Complete sacrifice…
Until the sun is shining again
over the beauty of our Palestine
Palestine complete!
And in a misty subdued haze
the crowd dispersed
into the forward gaze
of a poet left
in an unshaken state,
stepping down, for now
until further regain.
that’s the story of how it came to be…
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
#Poet #Palestinian
Photo by Hulki Okan Tabak on Unsplash
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