I was listening to Radio 4 this morning and heard the Libyan poet Khaled Mattawa reading his poem Now That We Have Tasted Hope and found it very moving, especially with the cost of what is going on in Libya coupled with the desire for freedom.
Now That We Have Tasted Hope
Now that we have tasted hope
Now that we have come out of hiding,
Why would we live again in the tombs we’d made out of our souls?