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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