We present this work in honor of the Tunisian holiday, Revolution Day.

 

I only wish I had wings
Wings like those of the angels
so that I can fly over seas and rivers,
Hills and deserts…
I ask my soul to borrow me her flames,
I need that only for a short while,
I want to walk in that glow for me.
I wish to have powerful wings,
Stronger than the wings of birds,
I need wings as vast as infinite space…
wings as vast as history.
Yes, I wish I had wings of clay and of fire,
purple and gold, silver and tin,
iron and diamonds,
wings heavy and light.
I wish to had wings which hold me over the universe;
everywhere I can be a loaf of bread in the hand
Of a starved infant…
A handkerchief wipes of the tears of a bereaved of child.
A smile breaks night’s fear,
A hymn of a lost Bedouin
Entertains a peace’s caravan.