|
The sparkle of a gem withers away
By the iniquitous bullets of occupation
force
A boy weakly embracing receding life
And a father bidding new life
farewell
Fire rips young flesh each day
But is held at bay with defiant
valiance
Is their glimmer in ample blood
spilled?
Or is there a fading gem each day?
Oppression has an eventide in life's
battles
When justice is born in striving's
womb
Convulsion shakes the thrones of land usurpers
Intifada that awakens equity from
slumber
Rocks that face mighty means
To midwife independence's new day
Will gentle hands see a dawn on the
morrow?
Or will young faces again smile to the warm sunrays?
The burden is much too heavy for young
Durra
Gentle bones need the embrace of powerful
armor
But the gems of freedom will everyday
sparkle
Eclipsing the shine of helicopter gun
ships
The ravaged homes will again and again be rebuilt
Putting together broken mounds of
stones
Durra, alas, is not the last young life to
fade away
But righteous blood is a signpost to a better morrow
With
the bleeding father, we all embrace the dying boy
With grief at the solitude of
defenseless life.
|
