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In a café,
A radio was broadcasting his monotonous speeches
On riot-mongers
A circle around the memorial
Flaming on the stone cake
A candlestick of ire
Shining at night
Voices pervade the remained darkness
Chanting for the birth of a new Egypt
Chapter V
Remember me
The headlines in treacherous newspapers
Sullied me
Colored me
Since the defeat, I have been colorless
(Other than the color of loss(
Before it, I used to read the face of the sand
(Sand became like hard currency
Sand turned into mats
Under the feet of the Defense Army(
Remember me
Like you remember a smuggler
A romantic singer
A colonel’s cap
Or a new year’s decoration
Remember me
When the eyewitnesses
The minutes of the Parliament
And the list of declared charges forget me
And farewell!
Farewell!
Chapter VI
Five o’clock struck
The soldiers are a circle of shields and helmets
Approaching slowly…slowly
Coming from all sides
And the chanters at the stone cake clenching
And relaxing
Like a heartbeat!
Burning their throats
Warming up against the cold and immense gloom
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A radio was broadcasting his monotonous speeches
On riot-mongers
A circle around the memorial
Flaming on the stone cake
A candlestick of ire
Shining at night
Voices pervade the remained darkness
Chanting for the birth of a new Egypt
Chapter V
Remember me
The headlines in treacherous newspapers
Sullied me
Colored me
Since the defeat, I have been colorless
(Other than the color of loss(
Before it, I used to read the face of the sand
(Sand became like hard currency
Sand turned into mats
Under the feet of the Defense Army(
Remember me
Like you remember a smuggler
A romantic singer
A colonel’s cap
Or a new year’s decoration
Remember me
When the eyewitnesses
The minutes of the Parliament
And the list of declared charges forget me
And farewell!
Farewell!
Chapter VI
Five o’clock struck
The soldiers are a circle of shields and helmets
Approaching slowly…slowly
Coming from all sides
And the chanters at the stone cake clenching
And relaxing
Like a heartbeat!
Burning their throats
Warming up against the cold and immense gloom
217