You think I'm scared...

 

A breeze with a thousand words

My eyes are weakened by tears

And my bare scalp; a mere spectacle

The feel of ink on paper

The disposition of a forlorn poet...

Lost in the times I thought we shared

Found in the hope that it isn’t over after all

The wind carries far sounds to my inquisitive ears

A million reasons for the oppressed to take up arms

The man who stands up to the oppressor is like a bird...

Like the hawk I’ve always loved

Or like the cold blooded black beauty that caressed my foot.

I’m a man wandering in the emptiness of my heart.

I’m torn in between the fleeting and the eternal

Let the soil in my mother’s garden decide...

As much as there is hope, there is fear;

Hope begets fear.

If I grow my beard it’s because I belong; the expected gong!

The obstinate desire to be amongst those foremost in faith

So let’s take a third look at why we are here.

It’s cold,

The clouds look heavy,

No stars to wonder at,

A heart filled with faith,

And the hope that my fear

Leads me back to you...

If you thought Jenin was the only reason to cry

Then Arakaan and Gujarat

Are just two more out of hundreds...

Again the Zionists blind us with dust...

Those who sit and watch passively are like the cattle

That tread the footpaths of the Fouta Djallon...

The darkness of my heart,

And the light in the horizon.

I’ve walked the thousandth mile,

And still I wonder when I shall reach

The standards set by the man who split the moon

Allah knows best...

I’m just a slave who ended with a period.

Or two..

 so you thought i got scared after the third period...