The Way to Be Free


The Way to Be Free

I walk through the ashes and blood, wondering

Is there a beating heart amongst this debris?
A breathing lung or a moving finger
Instead of lost souls, wandering, searching…

I look up at the sky drying the tears I’m shedding

Is this what you call justice, a decree
Of cruelty and bitterness
Towards children crawled up on the ground, hiding…

I listen to the sound of hatred, raging

Is this how it has to be?
These souls nothing but a number
To the coward fate-handlers, watching, laughing

I grab a sword from a hand that was fighting

Is this the way to be free?
Will you grant us justice before our slumber?
Before the cowards win and we die, defying…

Published by Nour Al-Hajj

I’m 25, and I live in Lebanon. I’m an Interior Architect graduate with a minor in English. My hair is always a different color. I love cheese with some extra cheese. The gym is my natural habitat, and my car hosts the best concerts you'll ever attend. I love writing poetry, thoughts, and stories. My inspiration comes from my childhood memories, heartbreaks, and sometimes I like to imagine certain scenarios that are completely fictional or write a different ending to something that happened with me. It's like wishful thinking...

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