Lest I Become
If I were what I long to be
I’d ascend the sky and soar
About the sun
I’d pray my prayers, I’d jump,
I’d run
I’d race all the winds
Until the sun can no longer be
And then rest upon a cloud
Looking down at the sea
I’d twinkle with the stars
And crave upon their lust
I’d dance with the moon
And sway with a gust
I’d be in joy of liberty
If only for once
Away from all the turmoil
Protests and allegiance
Yes, it is I, a wanderer, a
Palestinian under fire
Roaming within my thoughts
In dreams I desire
For a day maybe... when
Weapons are no more,
When blood runs warm in veins
And not cold on tiled floors
I’ll only dream today…lest one day I become
Copyright © Farah Chamma | Year Posted 2009
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