Dedicated to Yahya Al-Sinwar.
By: Mr Zed
I.
Today, woke up early with the news,
The leader is alive
The lion is roaring
The king is ruling over the streets
But once there was a rumour
The soldier has been martyred in Palestine.
But it's only a tricky illusion
Created by the military of Israel
Just to cover the blue sky.
II.
But the fact is fact
I have to accept,
The sun is set
The moon is gone,
My king is martyred
And I stand alone,
In the field of battle
He'd thrashed them all alone.
Note: This poem consists of two parts, the first one (Nonet) was written on the day of martyrdom of Yahya while the news of his martyrdom was expected to be false. The second one (Octave) was written after few days of his martyrdom, when we (The Ummah) had nothing to choose but to accept that he is no more among us.
