Love, if it were told how little truth you hold, How diadems and stars are less than twinkling souls, How anyone can fill your mercurial fancy in the fold, How you lie before God and you lie with man, Love, books are less old than your falsehoods, Or the rood and the rose.
Before UN Or the global limelight Flagrant, let us talk "GERD we threaten to attack, If for technical reasons It suffers a crack Will wipe out Down stream dwellers With the water it Carries on its back."
Upstream dwellers Our brothers, With all sorts of trouble That we try to envelop And around whose neck We spare no effort To put a rope Could develop Coerced for hydropower To *****.
We have to double Our dabble At the eleventh hour To create A trouble.
A dark spot in the minds of phony politicians. Read also the updated version of my poetic drama No more Masks. To Abdel Fattah Al-Sisi.
Since they spoke And made me do, I saw they cut a joke, And I did too. Why they hit me then I didn't know. I learned by myself And did grow. Then I saw them and How they spoke; I laughed at them when They cut the joke.