The hidden sunlight is a poem by M.T. Al-Mansouri, Ph. D.

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life runs through her veins like the hidden sun rays.
Away from wars, killings and harms.
The steps of revolution of the eleventh of February 2011 is Yemen’s day of reckoning.
It is the pure blood and souls of the martyrs that drive revolutionary sentiments.
It is an extension of the glorious mother of revolutions that are aided by the Saudis and Iranians.
What is the news?
It's a hidden war.
Its popularity is sweeping the rounds driven by politicking pundits.
The country is divided into sectarian groups.
And the land is plundered by internal and external groups.
Glory be to God at dawn and evening times.
Do they call the name Allah Akbar loud enough?