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Rula Hijazi Poem
How dare you rape our lands? Enslaved to boundaries? We? Who were born but free.
our noon's ravaged? Assaulted our moons? We? Who were born but free.
Our minds enslaved to technology, materialism and wrecked earthly laws,
to computerized systems? Hijackers? We? Who were born but free.
Enslaved to the past, to the history, to wistful moments,
to skin colors, and to the chairs? We? Who were born but free.
To pretty women enslaved some men, or to cigarettes,
become slaves of drugs, and addicted to alcohol? We? Who were born but free.
And here I am, the poetess, who's enslaved to poetry,
to hymns and rhymes, and to fine prosody, I, who was born but free.
Copyright © Rula Hijazi | Year Posted 2017
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Rula Hijazi Poem
Winter's gone and soon shall Spring.
Summer's close, on doors upcoming.
Wonder what its wings to bring but
awful pests and cheeks with stings
Copyright © Rula Hijazi | Year Posted 2017
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