FOR EGYPT

She...

is standing still

inspite of 

her rusting will

under the sun

she witnessed

the struggling soul

of her sons and daughters

whos tears

blend with the wine;

the official drink

of the sucking pigs...

She...

is so thirsty to feel 

how it is to brew love

in her bruise heart...

the blustering wars

mold her torn limbs

and even she screams

no one listens...

She....

walks in the wilderness alone

her children are busy

enchanting lethal doctrines,

blending beauty and lies

that sums up to...

C R I E S...

She...

who dreams of dancing doves

flying on her anxieties-free skyline,

who loves to vision 

butterflies and stars,

and the living-filled flowing river of Nile...

...but she is troubled.

For at present

her children throw stones to one another,

burn cars,

hurt one another,

kill the peaceful things....

for HER ?

Tell me injured Egypt

Will the indomitable spirit of your children last?

(to stand for what they believe?)

Will they cut the knot of the awful past

(after their protest against the president)..

and move on 

for a better You,

for a better tomorrow?

You are sorrounded with eyes

that burn twice,sharper

than the burning flame

What a shame!(to them)

These eyes were the ones

who told the blind

to taste the sweet

of their rotting shits...

Who cares the smell?

because for the fans

it taste too well...

I know dear Egypt

You are dazed and confused,

lost in oblivion,

somewhere in the middle....

but i know

You will...

SURVIVE EGYPT...

You will...

You will...