poemworldpeace
“I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma.
In the afternoon I put it back again.”
- Yifrenia -
Between the Journey and Destiny
As the hand reached as far as the eye could see
The golden armour, metal on metal crash
He died but he is only dying
While the stoic past tense, voiced into his present
“Do you have something to protect?”
~
Clenched fist slowly unravelling
The heat of the attack still fresh
The ears no longer listening but the echo insists
“Do you have something to protect?”
So his soul could not leave this abyss of humanity
~
It was a revolution against the system
The inception of freedom engraved with his heart
“Do you have something to protect?”
There was nothing left, his family, village, property
Perished for a vision in another book
~
There was nothing left yet the echo repeats
“Do you have something to protect?”
The man’s hand showed an empty palm
But the prelude to death could not allow him to drift
Without the subtext decoded the echo instils
~
“Do you have something to protect?”
The persistent Knight who masked an aching heart
For the revolution his children could no longer live for
The ultimate sacrifice is the sacrifice of name
The ultimate sacrifice is the sacrifice of the name
~
(Inspired by the Syrian revolution- unsung heroes)
