As the people of Syria continue to suffer under the brutal repression of Assad, this poem is dedicated to those across the Arab world who have stood up and potentially face death for freedom.
Fight for something
This past year I’ve people fight for something,
not for fame,
not for earthly riches,
nor plasma screens,
notes of printed green.
I’ve seen them fight and die for something more,
To face dictator after dictator,
Amongst the shells of Homs, to the streets of Tripoli,
To stand up for their dignity.
I’ve seen these people bravely rise,
Bravely make the sacrifice,
To stand against the fist of tyranny,
To stand and face death for liberty.
Tags: Arab Spring, Egypt, libya, poetry, Syria
