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"don't complain of poverty - hear, Egypt?"

* * *

 

don't complain of poverty -

hear, Egypt?

don't dare talk of poverty -

to me!

 

have a change of attitude -

hear, Egypt?

change your disposition

towards me!

 

and towards my sisters

in your cages -

palaces, apartments, houses, huts;

and towards my sisters -

with a bit more freedom -

how you view them

just a

piece of ****

 

mutilated wombs of this land's mothers;

mutilated feelings of cowed daughters;

mutilated, young and old,

for eons;

caged, inflated, broken, violated,--

 

___

 

 

don't you dare -

hint of poverty -

to me.

 

(c)kRu, 09.09.-17.09.2010

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Feb 2, 2012
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