Arab Spring

I WILL stand,
fist clenched hand.
“Free our land,” is said as one.
Screaming triumphant,
happy,
beaten,
bloody;
Ecstatic about the chance of freedom.

“Tear the beast from his greedy kingdom.”

They taunt the child soldiers with
fear
in     their    eyes.

“Come stand with us my child,
at least shed blood for the cause of your brothers and sisters.”

Drifting in the crowd,
never to feel her son’s love again..

The butt of HIS rifle ends her life.

The child soldier with
Tears
In      his      eyes.

Into the light,
SMILING

“Don’t worry my child,
I understand.
I am happy that I have made a stand, had a voice, stood together, raised my hand.
WE as one will free our land.”…
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(Only from darkness can come light)