The Fury Of The Earth-Sprung
“Oh eye, oh night…” The Sha’ir speaks, hakawati-heartbeat pulsing.
“Oh eye, oh night…” The Sha’ir speaks, hakawati-heartbeat pulsing.
The mountain’s lament, ‘cross the valley dark, sings grief ‘n fury to the olive flow’r…
Breathe the folklore; olive-oil ‘n -wood; the love-song ‘n the poetry.
Hell between the aid trucks ‘n the nascent dawn…
This design lies deep within our marrow; plays its pull upon our sinews still.
For all the world’s indigenous, we will fight for Palestine!
Immersed in purpose-penned poetry, I can not do else; cannot but cry emphatic.