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A tribute to an Assyrian activist
By: Emil Brikha. August. 23, 2008
 

A special poem written by Emil Brikha, and dedicated to Assyrian activist and author Rosie Malek Yonan
 

This one is written, fitted for an Assyrian queen.
One of the most passionate that this world has ever seen.
Old people, kids and teens should be inspired by her dreams.
Because dreaming is not enough after the nightmares sheís seen. x 2

There she is a simple woman, a warrior in disguise.
Her mouthís a weapon, her tongue is poisonís against lies.
Her eyes shine from love of life, thatís from where it all derives.
But the cries that hide in history are keeping her up at night.

I close my eyes and visualize the memories she carries.
I donít know or understand half of it but still I find it scary.
How one person can take on nations and challenge situations.
Deal with all the provocations and still display patience.

Why on earth and what kind of curse is this to be plagued with?
To scream out in pain and still feel youíre being played with.
All I know is that if it never stops, neither will she.
She will take this to the end of the world if she feels the need.

And I know itís needed because our people are getting killed everyday.
The world looks the other way and follow orders from USA.
Christian Iraqis? Youíre kidding me? Youíre killing me!
Draining my blood until Assyrians are simply history.

This one is written, fitted for an Assyrian queen.
One of the most passionate that this world has ever seen.
Old people, kids and teens should be inspired by her dreams.
Because dreaming is not enough after the nightmares sheís seen. x 2

My eyes are filled with tears as I write this.
I donít know why, Im not gonna fight this but Iím not sure that I like this.
Itís a weird feeling rushing over me, inside its.
A feeling urging me to formulate these words and sentences.

I could have waited until you passed to write this verse.
But I want you to really understand just how much you are worth.
Some people know what they are meant to do from their day of birth.
You found your path and so did I and all I have are my words.

And for me to know you value them as is they were your treasure.
Adds pleasure to it and makes me want to become even better.
So take this letter to your heart even though weíre miles apart,
I think of you and hold you in the utmost highest regard.

Why honour someone after their passing? If theyíre alive, do it now!
Donít wait until death comes and you have to say it to a casket.
Donít pass it on another day because today might be the last.
Trust me when I say this, when it hits you, it hits you fast.

 

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