دخول
تسجيلThe Martyr
Feb 11, 2021 08:26 AM Feb 11, 2021 08:26 AM
I will carry my soul in my hand And throw it in the valleys of death It is either a life that makes a friend happy Or a death that makes an enemy angry The noble man's soul has two goals To die or to achieve its dreams What is life if I don't live Feared and what I have is forbidden to others When I speak, all the world listens And my voice echoes among people I see my death, but I rush to it This is the death of men And whoever desires an honorable death Then this is it How am I patient with the spiteful And patient with all this pain? Is it because of fear? While life has no value to me! Or humiliation? While I am contemptuous! I will throw my heart at my enemies' faces And my heart is iron and fire! I will protect my land with the edge of the sword So my people will know that I am the man
الكاتب: عبدالرحيم محمود
0المفضلة
36 المشاهدات
0 تعليقات