March of Return

© Barik5ive

The road home is covered in rubble 

While home itself is a ruin both ancient and everlasting

We dance to the rhythm of bombs dropping as if they were beats

Because if we can hear the destruction they dole out

It means we’re still alive

So we dance

We dance to the rhythm of broken hearts beating

heard from the four directions of displacement

One

Two

Three

Four

We’re still alive

So we dance

We dance to the sound of sirens that sing their somber songs 

accompanied by war cries of rebels, freedom fighters and martyrs howling from the grave

But we are still alive

So we dance

We dance to the rhythm of flowing rivers

To the sound waves of the sea 

Bending the air with beads emboldened in the name of our God

Because we’re still alive

So we dance

We dance with freedom in our flesh and salvation in our steps

On a march of return to the land we’ve never left