Hey you, the unfair tyrants...
You the lovers of the darkness...
You the enemies of life...
You've made fun of innocent people's wounds; and your palm is covered with their blood
You kept walking while you were deforming the charm of existence and growing seeds of sadness in their landWait, don't let the spring, the clearness of the sky and the shine of the morning light fool you...
Because the darkness, the thunder rumble and the blowing of the wind are coming toward you from the horizon
Beware because there is a fire underneath the ashWho grows thorns will reap wounds
You've taken off heads of people and the flowers of hope; and watered the cure of the sand with blood and tears until it was drunk
The blood's river will sweep you away and you will be burned by the fiery storm.
Monday, January 31, 2011
To the Tyrants of the World
According to al Jazeera, this poem, by early 20th-century Tunisian poet Abu al-Qasim al-Shabihas, has been read at protests in both Tunisian and Egypt:
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