“The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppress” – Frederick Douglass
When emotions run this high, I turn to the meditative beauty of poetry. May we have WOMEN – LIFE – FREEDOM.
To Live Free
When there is nothing left, but to run towards the bullets,
To tear your veils and set it alight –
Like so many lighthouses
Caught in the night.
But this storm will pass, the bullets will cease
And all the bloodshed will be replaced with peace.
Not the peace from your book or claims,
But real peace
That comes from tearing the tyrant’s chains.
The shackles of your lies have run its course,
From heavens to earth all will spite your evil source.