Poem: Suppression, I Accept Not

This pro democratic poem is for all of those who want a democratic Bahrain.

I came into this world
not like the river but like a drop of water
and will soon evaporate

Though, I am only a drop of water in the majestic ocean of nature
I yearn to create a vigorous ripple of freedom, in the eternity of the water

For I am a man of eternal freedom,
and suppression I accept not …
I will not accept it

The living God within me urges me to be free, and to
march on the road of freedom sans any dread

My heart, like Einstein, thinks in another dimension
unknown and unknowable …
even to my own mind

And like Goethe, looks at things in a different manner,
different than those thinkers
bestowed with pristine minds

Freedom, the gift of God, is the inherent right
of every individual
in this compressed world

I will fight till the end to free the masses
from the grip of suppression
and ignite the lamp of freedom

I will free the masses or die in the attempt
but I will never live to see
the naked dance of repression

I am not afraid of those suppressors,
nor am I afraid of the death
that they are planning for me;
they can kill me but not freedom forever

My blood boils whenever I see the strong ones
pulverising the lean, and my heart cries
whenever I see the starving pauper
in the abattoir of the prosperous butcher

For me
a red rose is a red rose
it is not white just because they call it white
to disguise the ignorant

They can conquer Everest but not my spirit
they can stagnate the river
but not my impetus

They can take my sight away
but not my vision of freedom

They can cut my tongue into pieces
but not my voice of freedom

They can stab me with the dagger of despotism
but not impede the blood of freedom

I know the road to freedom is blocked with obstacles
but obstacles cause no despair
if they are encountered with hope

We must act now and not merely just look away
when our freedom
is threatened from within

Because it is better to perish without freedom
than to have a yearn for freedom
but not the valour to harvest it

Don’t be a coward …

Be prepared to receive bullets to your chest
because, in the struggle of freedom, tolerance
of suppression is an offence

Stand up … stand up

Gather your courage. Come out
into the field; let’s march hand in
hand together, right beneath the
nose of the suppressors, for the
emancipation of our freedom

Let us not forget that …

The ocean is composed of drops
of water, and all drops possess
equal potentials, but only, when
they mix with other drops do
they form a powerful bond

So …

Listen, my oppressed brothers
listen, my trodden sisters
listen … listen
to the natural desire
of your ceaseless soul

Do not fear
trust your soul
and march ahead
with a resolute heart
for the better tomorrow

And scatter
the seeds of freedom,
where does it go?
it does not matter
scatter it more with hope

Welcome the freedom
welcome it today
and enjoy it evermore
but do not use your freedom
to suppress the people’s soul
to suppress the people’s soul