I received this poem from my
niece who is living abroad:
In a dark cold cell
is a man with dreams
faith and hope
A man I look up to
In a dark cold cell
are prayers and song
Laughter and tears
Aspirations and despair
In a dark cold cell
is a country in mourning
Waiting to heal
Longing for freedom
In a dark cold cell
is the tyrant
repenting
yearning for forgiveness
he shall never have
so i replied to her poem with
these new lines:
In a dark cold cell
Is a man with great hopes
That his fellow – men
Will understand and act
A man who will never lose hope
In a dark cold cell
Prayers and doaa
That Allah may look at them
A look of mercy and forgiveness
That is all what they ask for
In a dark cold cell
Is a country trying to understand
Waiting to heal
While its wounds are bleeding
every day
What went wrong with me ?
In a dark cold cell
Are young women
Caught marching in the streets
Or carrying balloons in front of
the sea
What is wrong with our country ?
In some dark cold cells
Are 529 men sent to the death
chamber
In a two-day trial
They never got the chance
Even to see the judge
What is wrong with our justice
In a dark cold cell
Is a young man not more than 16
Accused of throwing a tank over
the bridge
And shooting an army jet
What is wrong with common sense ?
In a dark cold cell
Is the tyrant , laughing
Telling himself I told them
My time is better than what is
coming
The future – not only the cell –
will be dark and cold
A dark cold cell
Is waiting for another tyrant
He killed thousands
Wounded tens of thousands
Arrested almost one hundred
thousands
In a single year
In a dark cold cell
the country is beginning to
understand
It sold freedom and bought
dictatorship
It was fooled on the 30th of June
But waiting for the coming 30th
of June
To put things right once and for
all
In a dark cold cell the county is
beginning to understand
It was fooled on the 30th of June
But waiting for the coming 30th
of June
To put things right once and for
all
