for Muath al-Kasaesbeh
His cries echoed through the deserts
A sound of anguish shook the earth
Causing the sands to lie still in fear
The desert wind to stop moving and listen.
The palm trees watched in fascination
Mesmerized by the seemingly fluid movement of the dancing flame
The flame of death
Dancing wild and free round its subject –the captive.
Gone is the sound of anguish
Gone is the dancing flame
Gone is the captive’s suffering
He is finally freed –freed from the flame of death.
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