The Wilderness's Cry Poem by Tariq Alkaritty

Come … O! Ye morning sunshine
Calm the night's storm in our hearts
And shine bright rays of hope
On our indigent souls, lost
And wandering to and fro

We have been beat over and over
By the wars and adversities - and
Penury proffered by the cruel world.
We stand shaken and aloof
Like leaves on a desert tree

No sweet melodies fill our lips
But the loud murmur of wails
That rage from city to city in siege
Seeking amid bosoms - clemency
Perchance, not all humans turned beasts

Once known as an Andalusian land
Now a den for the down trodden
Whose echo drowns in hefty silence
With time's epic river a flop, no more
Adept to heal scars fresh as wounds

We now await the mighty hero's Chapter
Spilling forth with cheer and laughter
And exulting our sprightly youth
While laid to dust - the grave feud
As a scent of freedom, infests our layer.