ARAB SPRING
Pain-wracked bodies submit
to hearts now stilled;
Immortal souls set free,
yet still beseeching love.
Pain-wracked bodies despoiled
by a tyrant’s hand.
Our cries so oft repeated
go silently unheeded.
Some, we know yet hear
our plaintive cry: These,
our fellow brethren for
truth are ready to die.
Truth’s clarion call
will not be stilled.
Th’ oppressor, with his
evil ways, will fall.
Garry D. Kilbourn
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