The days of the black flag are coming


When water becomes ashamed of the one thirst it couldn’t quench
When rain starts to weep remembering the one day it couldn’t cry

When the blowing wind whispers cries of an orphaned daughter
When subtle cracking branches carry the sound of a last goodbye

When the sight of a new born reminds you of a piercing arrow
When the sun starts to shine, yet darkness is about to spread

When birds become restless, when sadness lodges your eyes
You will know that the days of mourning our heroes are coming

When fallen leaves of autumn become motionless on the ground
When their colors remind you of the crushed dreams of a young man

When clouds start to gather, encircling a shining moon
When stars start to dim, when shadows disappears

You will know that nights spent naming our martyrs are upon us
You will know that days spent hailing the free ones are coming

And if ever, one day, your smile brings your father to tears
You will know for sure, that the days of the black flag are coming

Labbayk Ya Hussain!


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