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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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