وصمة عار..MOTHER DISGRACE

MOTHER DISGRACE
Written by/Mr. Hamza .M.Alhassan*



Oh all my sons
How can your Nile
Realize its fine dream
Of being a green beam
Of lush gardens smile
For all of you
With all these miles
While in its lost paradise
Since very long time
You lift and rise
By your own arms
Foreign plots fiery arms
Of hands and colonization
With its new hunt
Of boot and loot
Only to up dry
Your fine beautiful Nile
Which high does yell
At north and south
With east and west
As far and away
From those four eyes
Some of you perish
From thirst and hunger
Whom my white dove
Of peace and love
Could blot and wipe
Too with their disgrace
Of begging and relief
That your mother disgrace
Out of time and space
Of no sin of hers
Except to bear you
On desert and forest
Where their new hunt
Still does rest and lie
For you with I
Down to rest and lie
On red ground and earth
That does give birth
To hatred and down
Your eyes you deep
And down drown when
Naively you and I
Believe their big lie
Which oh lay does say
It is conflict between
The crescent and cross
Only again to cross
Into my four eyes
That all can hug
With peace and love
When we harshly crush
Their set and trap
For me and I
To set sweet singing eye
For my real being
Of one powerful nation


*A PEOT FROM ATBARA