The Coming Tornado

The Coming Tornado

Samih Al- Qassem I stretch across all corners of creation, But the world ignores my lamentation; I call on the tops of every mountain, And in the shadows of every fountain, Where I have been banished, long ago: But in vain, my voice is a lost echo! I am forgotten, hungry, oppressed and bereaved. I sought justice, but all I received Was more blows that made me bleed; Yet, I remain steadfast, like a seed Buried deep in the womb of the soil, Where my feelings simmer and boil: In time I shall explode like a volcano, And storm oppressors, like a tornado!