Hidden Hands

Fatima Al-Shemary

Our hidden hands devised our freedom dream.
We link our arms and march and sing it through.
So close to death whichever way we lean.

So many promises they never mean.
Our basic rights of life are overdue.
Our hidden hands devised our freedom dream.

Their memories erased our history.
The scars upon our skin will ring more true.
So close to death whichever way we lean.

The system bends us to the master’s scheme.
We’ll break our chains despite the threats they spew.
Our hidden hands devised our freedom dream.

Destroy the master’s house by every beam.
We rule ourselves no matter what they do.
Our hidden hands devised our freedom dream.
So close to death whichever way we lean.

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