Watan (Homeland)

 

Like a passing breeze, all but a faint memory.

Oh, dear mother, I see it in your eyes,

The dust blowing staining your garments red

The children running under the date trees,

My aunts with baskets laughing as they leave

My brothers chasing the sheep with such joy

Oh, dear mother, I see it in your eyes

Our watan, if only it was just joy

Like bullets over ahead, all but a silent scream.

Oh, dear mother, I see it in your eyes

The blood gushing staining your hands red.

The children hiding under the date trees

My uncles in uniform crying as they leave

My brothers chasing freedom with such sorrow

Oh, dear mother, I have seen it through your eyes

 
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world
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