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 Samih Al-Qassem Mother wind, our own tired Hager! Prepare a little food now to offer To your hungry sons, back from exile, Tired, in need of rest for a while, Torn by merciless guillotine blades. They belong to a nation that wades Through seas of blood towards home, That has been forced to stray and roam: We have unfolded our loud screams In the dark slumber of our dreams; We have been the victims of executioners, Taught virtue by libertine adulterers; Yet, like the phoenix, here we rise Pram the dead. Like a living surprise! |
Jan 10, 2010
Palestine First!
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