The Storm Against The Flame Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

Proud crowns sparked a war of desert fires,
Hiding the scandals that brewed in the night;
While bleeding streets whispered tales of grief and shame,
And buried cries pushed forward toward the light.
Cold distant thrones thought the storm would blow over,
Like other wars that flickered, quick and small;
Yet ancient mountains held their ground, unwavering,
And iron thunder shook the trembling wall.
From ash emerged a will no hand could restrain,
A living fire no tempest could extinguish;
Though struck by fury, it refused to bow in shame,
But from the wreckage, it bloomed brighter and stronger.
Let iron skies with endless cannons roar;
The steadfast flame burns even fiercer than before.