
Gather your wounds, O human being
For the heart has been torn apart for a long time
When it saw its land humiliated
And the enemy demolishing that building
And a look of sadness filled the being
And a child who could not find a place for himself
So he hid under a basil branch
To protect himself from the cold that froze his conscience
And held back his tears in his eyelids
And he kept dreaming that he was safe
And he did not know that he was under the eyes of the enemy
So release, O heart, what is in your heart
And do not hide your wound?
The tongue revealed the secrets
And made my anger a volcano
And the revolutionary launched the revolution of the homelands
It is time
To revive the tune of sorrows
And arrange the pages of time
All that was scattered in the minds
And make them reverberate in delirium
So gather your wounds, O human being
On my hand and say that the revolution
Is the revolution of a human being who
Always dreamed of safety
And reaching the sky
But the enemy made him
In deprivation
About the Creator
Kisama Riyo
I have always been interested in poetry and essay, especially rhyme style, so I decided to post my essay here and see if I have any talent in poetry or not.



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