write protest call yell history let folk music play
hear rhythm beat slow tragic Egyptian voice rise
hear click click heels click click as dancers shout
stone washes sounds tempos square rhythm cast rise
souls bound feel a moments fermentation whip raw ripe
people suffer intensely secrets innocence in each night
protests decades baked express days weeks in spotlight
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem