Persecuted for opposition,
for opening a window
between the Islamic world and the West –
just to let a breath out and inhale one back in.
Words on paper accompanied by your burning.
What it is to be a poet
born into a land of suppressed voices.
The West now watches,
signs petitions, gets politicians to read
and share your poetry.
You are chasing time and we
are trying to prevent stone set decisions
in a country of archaic ruling.
Your inappropriate relations with women,
with your arms crossed
and space between your bodies
fully clothed, gallery art
hanging behind you.
Accused of spreading ideals
It is these links they fear,
this is why legal representation
They know you’re innocent.
You mention bikini and period,
tread the edge of rules
in a country of frontiers,
you find heat beneath your feet, welcoming.
Sentenced to death for apostasy,
for believing in freedoms
of expression and belief.
Another voice almost silenced.
Nina Lewis can be found at: https://awritersfountain.wordpress.com/