Hands Over The Poet's Mouth Poem by Pasquale DiMeola

Most poems unveil the hidden thoughts from night
As they forsake the benefit of voice from sound
When the poet has the grace to recite
An atomic bomb of reason can be profound.

You sit in solitary confinement
Muhammed ibn al-Dheeb al-Ajami
My fellow brother of verse and courage
Choking on the foul air of tyranny
Suffocating in a small space of horror
As the Qatar rulers seen fit
Secretezza et Iterum Secretezza.

Be comfort that these are changing times
Yours is the world forum now
A camaraderie unseen of years ago
With trillion of eyes and ears
Keeping a guardianship for poets
So none may forever violate or suppress
The wisdom,
The knowledge,
The truth as it stands.

At last dear visionary
From one poet to another
I impart the wind of optimism
With tears of joyful recrudescence
Your humble way
To soothe your wounded heart
As so the emirs days are numbered
Your confinement is dwindling to naught
To the open cell door of FREEDOM!