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Egypt’s days of shame

The colour of blood

Is all red …

Spilled screaming

on our dawn

….

The flesh of burnt pride

Is all the same

Like the smell of hate

We both exhale

….

The chasm of void

Between us deeper

Than my stupidity

and your cruelty

….

your fingers hold mine

On the same knife

that stabbed us

into the same fate

….

Just as we were tortured

In the same jail that wore our graffiti

not so long, remember

if you dare

….

If we survived today

we will lie flat black eyed

Stretched on the cold asphalt

Facing the same blue sky

….

And if we die

We will hug each other

Stacked in the same grave

Peacefully gone ,

….

If love fails to unite us

today, Like every other day

In the history of shame

We are wastefully done

Just the same ..

….

TarekOfCairo

Cairo, the city of light and shade

Islamic Cairo

Quanta laden light gust

thousands light years ahead ..

From the creative core of the infinite sole

Waves beyond waves of lavish lust .

 

Glorious brush in the delicate grip

religiously tracing a carved frame

and gently weaving a Cairene grace

of light, highlight, and a sepian shade.

 

At noon .. all noons, a faintly glow

Grows to a silky throw ,

and warm vibrant strokes

at sunset …wears spicy tangy hues .

 

Cairo, the city of light and shade

Painted, permeated, bathed

From birth to dark to dawn, a fairy tale

of the  century old.. love affair…

 

 

TarekOfCairo