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Ahmad Magdy Poem
The busy bee carried the nector
From one flower to another
Moved her exhausted wings, struggled like Hector
She fall, but she shall die but not serve the Queen mother
But today was so bizarre
She was the only one working hard
She saw a bee sitting on a flower smoking a cigar
And a servant bee, in a Jaguar car
"What is going on?" she said
Many questions were in her head
When she returned home, all bees were in bed
"Oh, no one is working" she said
Bees were not eating honey but bread
"I am going to tell the Queen" she said
She went to the Queen's room, with a heavy head
"Oh" the Queen was with a servant bee in bed
"What do you want , you idiot bee?"
"Busy bees I can no longer see"
"Are you dump? Today is free"
"A vocation, can't you see?"
The bee woke up with a heavy head
"Oh, what a nightmare" she sadly said
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Ahmad Magdy Poem
Sitting after I finished my studies
Started thinking
Looking at the closed window facing me
I wanted to write
Do I write about Life or Politics?
The drops started hitting the window
The echo made me think
I decided to write about my studies
A way of thinking
But the darkness outside that I see,
And the drops fight
Do I write anyway or fear politics?
I looked at my pens, maybe they know
I sipped some of my drink
I see the light and thunder and light dies
I ceased drinking
Maybe after all, the problem is me
People out there fight
But is fighting and killing, politics?
A feel something moving, wants to grow
How do I think?
Why my neighbour does shout? He cries.
I started thinking
"If I respected him, he would have respected me"
This savage wants to fight
I shouted, shut up I don't fight lunatics.
He saw the picture in fact I know
The picture, I think.
I draw his daughter. You bastard, he cries
I started winking
The picture offended him, I know. See
I draw what I please, my right
My freedom. Why do my hand panics?
You Stink
He entered furious pulled my shirt
Told me he will show my real sex by pulling my skirt
My hands were alert
But damn the one who is wrong is the one hurt
I am writing now my hands trembling
Why did I start it since I can't end it?
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Ahmad Magdy Poem
Most of these smiles are fake
Smiling back is the best you can make
They open their mouths not for your sake
Wonderful smiles, aren't they?
Sometimes I wonder, what if they,
Do not have a mouth
How could they fake?
Most of these tears are fake
Let it not your emotions shake
Great weepers, the best they can make
Moving tears, aren't they?
Sometimes I wonder what if they,
Do have no tears
How could they fake?
Stop believing
It's time to wake
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