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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

Mourning coffee ..

 

All the worlds sorrow

Today is kept

For one family

To bear…not to share

 

In the shaded bitterness

Of my suger-free

mourning Coffee

I numbly sip, sniff and stir

 

listening to the words

Of justification echoing

“From god we came

To god we shall return”

 

I walk hastily

to hide from

their sweeping pain…

into my silly tingly ache …

 

TarekOfCairo

” I woke this morning on the devastating news of the tragic death of a young girl whom I knew as a smiling rose. God , bestow your mercy and comfort on her family ” ..