I’m writing a research paper on how arabic poetry serves as a record of the energy behind the series of revolutions known as the Arab Spring.
TASK: I need a single spaced one page analysis on each of the poems. Half of the page should explain the meaning behind the poem, its relevance the revolution, impact on the revolution. The other half of the page on how the poem served as a record of the energy of protestors behind the revolution through the specific medium so for example the first poem was used as a chant to record the energy behind the revolution and the second poem used in street art.
My paper is based on 3 pieces of evidence:
1. I’m backing up my claim through an analysis of one of the verses of a poem used as a chant in the revolutions.
— The poem is called: “ The Will of Life” by Abu Al-Qasim Al-Shabi
(this is the verse used:)
“If one day, a people desire to live,
then fate will answer their call
And their night will then begin to fade,
and their chains break and fall.”
2. I’m also backing up my claim through an analysis of a short poem used in street art.
- This poem is short, lacks a title and the poet is unknown.
“Oh! Regime you are afraid of the brush and the pen, you oppress and step on those who have been abused.
If you were doing right, you would not be afraid of what has been drawn.
You are only able to wage war against the walls, play the strong man against lines and colours.
But inside you are a coward, you’ll never build up what has been destroyed.”
3. The last evidence I will use to back up my claim is though an analysis of a poem remediated as a Yemini Protest Song.
— The poem is called: “ The Color of My Blood Scares Them” by Mohamed Al Qadi
Sorry Father I was born a “Freedom fighter”
Longing to gain victory or return (Mojandla)
You gave me my name and its meaning
My mother fed me dignity along with her milk
I have never got out except for the painful moans
..They destroy him to beg for mercy
I have never got out except for the starved ones..
Who search in garbage to find something to eat
I have never got out except for a child’s tears..
Her innocence has grown old because of calamities..
I have never got out except for a hopeless family..
That has no hope for the coming future
I have never got out except for a mother with her infant..
Asking for food at every red light
Father, those scenes I couldn’t bear
Those scenes caused rocks to moan and shiver.
The unjust are on emerald thrones
but people are nothing but gracefully patient.
Mother, sew a carpet by my blood, a long, royal one..
Tell the people I love, farewell! Walk on the path, for my blood has made walking easier
With my blood I draw the light of the coming dawn..
Victory is inevitably the free nations’ destiny..
I didn’t even carry a weapon in my hands..
Neither hateful for people who did..
I have never got out except for my Sweetheart’s eyes..
A virgin to whom poems are recited..
After being extremely joyous..
She shed tears over me..
I said “Enough with talking” and I came to her
Standing against the wrong doers to ask them to leave
From the Change Square we all demanded,
“Enough is enough! Just leave power.”
My death will destroy their sinful thrones..
And tomorrow, killers will kneel asking for mercy..
With my blood I draw the light of the coming dawn
Victory is inevitably the free nations’ destiny
So in total 3 single spaced pages, each of the pages dedicated to an analysis of a separate poem.