Behind the fences a poem by M.T. Al-Mansouri, Ph.D.

[M.T. Al-Mansouri, Ph.D.]

Behind the fences

 

Behind the walls are hidden rivers and seas of secrets.

And the secrets are varied in making judgment by their fate.

Behind the fences are leaves: ripe to fall, ready to fall and yellowish or beautifully red.

Tweeting birds and chirping sparrows young defy the old.

Behind the walls are silent leaders and corrupt leaders with their secrets.

Behind the walls are the rays of sunny bright morning with brilliant weather and rain seen at the horizon.

Behind the Fences are trees and carpenters taking advantage of the shadows cast by trees.

The weather seem to signal the tempest of an onslaught of a merciless hurricane.

Every creature scampering for freedom and choice of shelter.

Mountains roar with echoes of thundering skies with thick nimbus clouds and lose stones await to be swept down valleys where they can find anchorage.

Behind the walls are the liberation movements organized by terrific winds.

Liberation movements conform to war and victory.

Behind the walls are the differences between choice and luck.

Behind the walls are the roosters that crowed from neighborhoods at dawn. Their crowing assure the folks of peace and tranquility.