Kobane Stands …
( October 13th 2014 )
the marauders push on,
the fascist flag of hate,
limp,
flaccid,
yet conceited,
puffed – up,
its arrogance straining against the free wind,
and yet,
and still,
Kobane stands!
“I’d rather die on my feet, than live on my knees” –
Emiliano Zapata
( 1879 – 1919 )
The Battle for Kobane…
The black flag of ISIS limply flutters on the eastern outskirts,
of Kobane.
The blood flows,
through narrow streets,
a ghost – town,
it’s people fleeing from the butchers’ knives,
refugees now,
in limbo,
while the parched desert sun sets on the battlefield.
If Kobane falls,
we shall all be on our knees,
naked and exposed,
to the void that is ISIS.
May the brave resistance soldier on,
under – equipped,
under – fed,
under constant siege,
yet they fight on,
against the backdrop of toothless air strikes,
as innocent blood flows,
and flows.
LONG LIVE THE RESISTANCE!
Scribbled Verse 