O Egypt O Misri
The blood of the people
In the streets of Cairo
The flesh of mothers
In the lanes of Cairo
The cries of children
In the cusp of fear
The boots of soldiers
On the sides of marchers
And the bullets from rifles
Of sons and daughters
Of the would be victims
This spring of madness
In the land of Pharaohs
In the land of Pyramids
In the land of the Nile
This spring of death
And destruction
In the heart
Of Egypt
O Misri!
When
Will it
End?
Copyright © Gerald Kithinji | Year Posted 2013
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