Nostalgic Poems
By Yusra Al-Ayoubi
Most recent poems add in November 2011
An advice from a mother
Withdraw before you become the scourge
Against your people as tiger
You are more sensitive being a doctor
Than gladiator
Beware the transformation of time to another
The roar of people in anger
For decades were under oppressor
The will of the people is the will of God
As torrent it is never retreat, never surrender!
How could you choose the way of violence?
Relying on men, their hearts evil smolder
Defiling maidens, torturing to death children
Bloodthirsty, trample on arrested men bodies
To stifle their voices in concentration cells
With fiendish tools tortured till were corpses
How can you sooth their afflicted families
By promises of reparation and co-operation
While the mass is roaring in indignation
Singing melancholic songs
For their martyrs died in demonstration?
Homs the Martyer
Homs, the lair of heroes blessed
City of Khaled Ben Alwalid
On Orontes river posted and rest
On your shoulders you bear heavy load
For the pledge of Liberty your wounds bleed
Men, women, children you sacrificed
Resisting lead and fire, poisoned bullets
By stones you threw scoundrels trained
To slaughter youths in the spring of their dates
By music your Martyrs adieu you sing
To the moonlight your vocation to bring
Proud, decisive, Death you disdain
To God your fervent prayer paid
Allah, Akbar, Allah Akbar, Allah Akbar
Ringing through the fields and plain
Glorious to be Idol, in Generation memory remain
Shame to those who instigate
Sectarian wars to dictate
Their laws stagnate
Never distinguish swords of violation
From banners to liberate
To whom the balance shows crack-down
They flee him as if afflicted by Leprosy
While the victorious, they support with ecstasy
Their Fortune they fear to loose to Misery
Bleeding of a nation, they don’t care
Wealth of nations they usually share
It’s your fate Liberators to lift high the head
Of your Nation, to ornate it with wreath of laurels
Seats of Tyrants crack down to ruin
Memories of Liberators become the nation Feast
Good Morning Hamah
Good morning Hamah the bold
Good morning the bride of cities old
Stretching!
From your warm body expelling
Dwarfs passed the night weaving
For your neck bonds of slavery
Light morning, Freedom of Liberates
Light morning, Blossom of Minarets
Fifty years the daughter of Orontes River pride
ON Syria plains lifted high the head
Teaching people the meaning of dying
As martyrs for their nation, for their people sake
Good morning full of the fragrance
Of roses and Arabian Jasmine
Eternal your struggle, glorious your feats
Your wounds you used to heal
Surviving newly to begin
Defeating symbols of corruption, injustice, shame
To build for civilization
Thousands of solid towers and donation!!!
Justice of Years
Is it justice of Years
My distressed nation
Dangerously bleed from wounds
While the world
Silently, un-attentively keep?
Is it justice of Years
That your freemen are trodden
By the boots of deep grudge
That your children are tortured, maimed
Pitilessly killed by savages?
Is it justice of Years
That your sons are chased and gone astray
To near and far lands
That free- minded people for years
Are imprisoned in cells damp and deep?
Is it justice of Years
That the land of Green Liberty
Be drowned by dark sea of slavery
The light wither, darkness overwhelm?
No! This is never the character of Years!!!!
The Tyrant
You who disowned great love to own gold
A dwarf butting the clouds so bold
Ignorant subjugating the pride of the prominent
Stealing the right of elites by fraud and intent
Climbing by force tower from the tent
You who bereaved mothers from their child
Orphaned youths from their father
Stabbed your patient nation with mortal wounds
Climbing top of treason, violence and plunder
Till gasping out of breathe from anger
For decades had to succumb and suffer
Beware of your nation filling the streets from anger!
Decisive to restore his legal extorted rights
In liberation fields from winter to summer
Enough burdening him with misery, bleeding, pains bitter!
It’s time for tyrants to vanish for ever
To build a prosperous peaceful world, better
By justice, co-operation and equal rights!
Women Demonstrators
The sky echoes a furious din
Go away, go away, go away!
Before you commit a greater sin
Your prey hounds did not respect
The noble faces of liberators
Cruelly smashed by multi-traitors
Decisive, steadfast women demonstrators
Defying in Benghazi air bombs, armed tanks
Craving to be martyrs, in liberation tombs
For the pledge of liberty sheltered in their wombs
Among Arab oppressing dictators
The Libyan Tyrant is the most disgusting gladiator
Criminal, crazy, greedy, hateful, liar
The womb of the sky never created his like dictator
How could he crush his noble brave nation?
Bold spirits, descendants of Omar al Mukhtar devotion
Even the world rages of his crimes and violation
Searing glances of honest indignation
Could not exact just punishment for his violation
Overwhelmed by silly grandiose
He could not feel Libyan awes
Supported by evil powers
He transgressed human laws
Being to his people terrifying awe
Stubborn enemy to their legal claims
They’ll insure victory over the ruin of your world
Built on corruption, injustice, and shame!
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