My Vision - Poem by Amine Fadil
In the heart of dark, laying awake at night;
Contemplating this new age of fight,
A world full blood,
Where humanity and justice long ago died,
And Darkness rules upright the Arabian world.
In the heart of dark, in the realm of Morrigan,
The fight years and years has begun,
And Palestinians being torn apart.
Death smote the child who had the bullets in his heart;
And stills smiting more and more children onward.
Mothers boundlessly cry, until cecity covers their eyes.
Down the towns of Palestine burnt buildings to the ground;
Yet brooks of blood, where thousands of corpses lie.
In the heart of dark, in the realm of Mars,
The Egyptian blood on the streets runs.
Nor swords neither knives,
The bravest men and women for freedom fight;
As he always done the blade of justice the white knight.
Alas! Alas! The army of Mars fiercely replies,
And thousands of knights among them children die.
In the heart of dark, in the realm of Hades,
The Syrian sky sends Sarin and bombs
On the people who wants their rights.
One thousand hero every day die;
And hundreds of screaming walkers on the streets
The greedy death they meet.
Alas! Alas! The new generation in hospitals lies;
Or embraced by the shroud side by side.
In the heart of light, in the realm of Peace,
Where the greenest fields, and the happiest birds sing.
There men and women peacefully live,
And children not afraid of death, not suffering from it;
Yet mirthfully singing songs of hymn;
Like birds at the morning twittering.
To their beds run the children;
When the night spreads it wings,
Cheerful dreams for them are waiting;
And for the world this is my vision.
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