#The Tyrant in Golden Fields

Bang! Bang! the thunders rend the voiceless air,

The famished beast leaps forth with burning eyes;

The budding rose turns pale in sudden glare,

And flocks take wing beneath the darkened skies.

Through golden grain he storms with iron tread,

The peasant’s dream lies broken in the clay;

By candle’s flame lone mothers earn their bread,

While tyrant builds his throne of ash and clay.

He stalks the wounded fields with chilling guile,

And spares the infant’s brow, yet not from grace;

On holy graves he plants his flags of vile,

And mocks the starry charter of our race.

Bang! Bang! the trumpets sound, the heavens flame—

The Seraphs rise to judge his iron name.

--Affaq 

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Sonnet Song Compiled by Poet Affaq

On Palestine Song by Michel Jackson