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Masses flooding
running, gushing
in sclerotic streets
from Heliopolis to downtown Cairo
and from the great pyramid
to the stone lions
of Pre-colonial royalty
over the river Nile
lost in the way for country heart
me, my soul, and couple of my friends
whom I lead to end arteries
of the city hemorrhagic
were shot by snipers
of Victorian
national police
and some years later,
I want to write a poem
let´s say cosmic
or universal
about that trio human
dream, death and deception
"Emilio, Lorenzo, Enrique
Fueron los tres en mis manos"
a cancer larynx revolution,
of bad alcohol and tobacco?
two holy hands of fate,
and one of eternal ************
and a bored Lenin setting behind a screen?
(the algorithm will do the masses
when the masses are ready to run )
but time as God
is a lazy surgeon
forgot a scalpel in my throat
and I am being cured of every thing
even the nasty hollow
of my tired voice.
Mar 31, 2024
Mar 31, 2024 at 3:02 PM UTC
She learnt to be defensive
She knows she's mean
I learnt to be aggressive
I know I am deceived
We utter goodbyes
with fearful smiles
And decide to break up
minutes after
We know each other
like cats
when we are together
but then she leaves me
with bitter colours on her lipstick
And a wandering third eye
of a princess in exile.
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 8:58 PM UTC