The Last Day Poem by Mohammad Helwa

I woke up at night
asking where is the light
as if it was a whole in field
I felt as if I was in a Battle field

Asking myself were is society
it looked as than a waste land
Then here lie a sword of power and authority
were wise men may never stand

I held it with strength
Swore to fight a the man who caused
then came a clapping from the length
there came a hooded man

You may never come back
But if you try and fight you will lose
if you dare to fight that dirty sack
you will never be the one who rose

if it is the last day of my life
and the last day in his life
I will still fight
and gain the light

Very well then
You may not travel further
here put down the hooded man his hood
and here I was ready to fight my brother