Freedom Flags (Keffiyeh): A poem
Freedom Flags: A poem about Palestine.
By Sofia Harris on Thursday, January 1st, 2009 - 219 words.
Freedom flags all float in the air
The black and white pattern, it quivers, it quivers
And is hoisted, wet by salty tears
As the screams make the ground below them shiver
And the freedom flags, they keep floating in the air
Silently, silently they whisper of despair
Freedom flags all lie around their necks
Strangling the dead, they slither, the slither
As the children of Abraham start to annex
And the freedom flags all begin to wither
And the freedom flags, they stop floating in the air
As the men behind walls beings to cheer
Freedom flags all crumble in the dust
The missiles meet their casualties in infatuation
And the blood is spilled on the pillow of unjust,
As Abraham’s children admire their creation
And the freedom flags are buried into the crumble
Around the necks of those who were humble
And those remaining, they crash and they stumble
Over fathers and daughters, as the missiles tumble
The freedom flags can’t lives protect, from the system’s defect
Only of the dream it can reflect, and of the fight for respect
The freedom flags, they float silently
The freedom flags, they all float violently
Thou shalt not kill…
Silence.
Before the storm.
“It started too soon” the daughter cried.
Her father was gone,
Her mother had died,
And she was left behind.
The time has come, in this gunpowder whirl
With the Keffiyeh around her head,
She whispered to her darkened dread,
“Maybe it is time for me to leave this world…”
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