Isis Unveiled, Inshallah: A Response to the Revolutions in North Africa and the Gulf States

2 March 2011

 

She reveals Herself to us

As Her ancient homelands

Erupt in revolution

 

She speaks through

Many mouths

One truth

 

They do not call Her Name

But when they call His

She is also there

 

Faces bared or covered

Arms naked or clothed

Hands raised as one

 

The March to Freedom

In Her Old Lands

Is His March too

 

Man and woman, child and adult,

One Spirit, encompassing religion,

Spirituality in the yearning for freedom

 

And yes, Death stalks the sands

Pours out upon the streets

And the wailing of the women in black

 

Tears my heart

For the wild children of Freedom’s Call

We sit in the waiting room

 

Over in the so-called West

Watching the fabled East

With trepidation

 

Where our mutual sun always rises

Where the moon symbolizes beauty

Where Red Cross and Crescent Moon

 

Side by side on the Tunisian border

Serve The People

Sharing an old history

 

We must look up and back

And inward, around and through

To understand where we must stand

 

The pain, the agony, the torture

Of needs unmet for too long

Human together we shall sing

 

The Song of Freedom

Hope in Our Time

To hell with vested interests

 

Just this once, forever,

Can we get it right

All of us

 

As we face the even greater battle

Ahead, as winds and seas,

The very substance of earth

 

Also demand justice,

An intelligent response

From a liberated species

 

 

 

 

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4 Comments

  1. Leona,
    so beautifully written. It evokes so much sadness, anger and beauty.
    Ahhhh yes, the result of the great spirit living within this human existance. love and hugs May

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