Sad Tune on an Arab Fiddle

A sad tune on an Arab Fiddle

Because you feel
And have a heart
You start to tear
All dreams apart

No matter what
You try to fly
The door is shut
Of the cage so tight

Your boat is there
With sails and oars
Harsh winds to bear
And a sea that roars?

Because you think
Hard work will count
To have some drink
So pure of a fount

Then soon you hear
Of changing plans
Arising the fear
Your hope it bans

But then will come
A glimpse of light
That foes won’t shun
Nor dare to fight

A day of the Just
No rich tyrannise
No greed nor lust
But Right will rise

Mohammed Abu-Risha
December 30,2007