Monday, May 4, 2009

Mokattam Slaughtered

weep, troubled streets
your trampled pavement
tell the story of dust and rubbish
sixty years of blood and oppression
tears turn to mud
garbage your life
children's playground
swine's food
glass and rocks and fire
fight guns and riot shields
your shield and defender
a church afraid to stand
anger no match
for the butcher's knife
bleeds away your life

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