Pangs of freedom


Pangs of freedom

The war ignited my alphabet
The souls of children, the tears of mothers,
The debris of my country
Told me write
My anger is raging under my skin
I stand in front of a hurricane of human tragedies
Insane bombing
Rains of Bombs and tongues of flame
Is this death, my homeland!? Or is it birth ?!

The Maestro of War begins his hysterical melody
The city is burning
The smoke of red night pours out
Hot blood spills
And The chills of death are spreading
The death signs approaches me
colors of the soul has been Paling
Everything around me is black
And a booby-trapped circle surrounded us strongly

In front of the sight of my eyes the homeland was crucified
The embers bleeding flow and burn me drop by drop
Let me translate the bleeding by poetry
Because after the fire my heart has become ashes
My liver fragmented and my ribs fragile
In all respects are sparks of fire
I stood in front of the drift of soreness
When will the resurrection come?

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