Yassin's Poems


My dear mom – let me go.
I like the night journey,
I must catch the Caravan,
I can’t stay behind –

I will not leave the mountain
Until the world will acknowledge
The existence of my Nation.

If they murder me
I will be a flower.
My blood will bring
The cool sweet spring.

As long as I am alive
I continue my journey,
Chanting for the rights of the poor,
Bringing their dream to life.

1987 by Yassin Aref

January 29, 2008

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