The Awakening
Dried by the arid soil,
Brown brush painted
Upon emerald,
Levanter of anguish
Wafts turmoil,
Breachings now herald…
Exposed foot of crimson,
Bled into crying incisions
Upon this aridity,
Fury of the earth
Kindles destruction, arsons,
The world drowns in debility…
Crimson foot,
You shalt stride a day,
Upon emerald meadows
Your pure blood shalt rear,
Your fragrance shalt endow,
Where fidelity shalt kneel down and pray…
For my country, Palestine
Copyright © Farah Chamma | Year Posted 2007
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