The land of hypocrisy, I saw cheating ruled by
With lies you feed us with betrayal you water us
From the lips of sadness sometimes he will excuse me
I wish sadness would cure us
What does patience and fortitude do in a time!
Metwally Mohamed Metwally Basal, a poet and storyteller from Egypt, shares his poetry
Metwally Mohamed Metwally Basal is a poet and storyteller born in 1971 in Damietta Governorate – Arab Republic of Egypt. He is author of several books including novels, short stories and poetry collections. He also has authored Diwan of colloquial poetry. In the field of journalism, he has served as Editor-in-Chief of the Arab Conference website and newspaper, Managing Editor of the Iraqi magazine Amarji, Managing Editor of the Bride of Arts magazine, Managing Editor of Maysan newspaper, Editor-in-Chief of Damietta Magazine, Editor-in-Chief of Sefrou Cultural Magazine and Editor-in-Chief of the elite newspaper.
Land of hypocrisy
Land of hypocrisyYou who planted you with our hands
If we knew the unseen, we would cut off our hands.
The dog does not deny a favor to man
And treachery in people has become a religion for them
Those faces that look like angels
In Elvis masks hide demons
He does not claim good except those who are crooked
As for the pure one, he seems poor in him
All entities look like bushes to me.
And the people in it are hyenas or snakes
The land of hypocrisy, I saw cheating ruled by
With lies you feed us with betrayal you water us
From the lips of sadness sometimes he will excuse me
I wish sadness would cure us
What does patience and fortitude do in a time!
If he kills us who used to give us life
What about our brothers after our companionship
When we collapsed, the teeth of the knives
They were blinded by money, world, so they sold us
They didn’t preserve our friendliness, but they overdid it in us
Those hearts that were our homeland
What did we do to her so that she antagonizes us?
We build, and we destroy, we seek, and we burn
Until we got tired and despair became sharp
Those who were yesterday remained behind our motorcade
Today for glory and glory seeking
And we commemorate here the enmities
We only gained from it the distortion of our past
Who buys us if the loved ones sold us!
Who will protect us if they overdid us!
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DYING
DYING She came with ink and grapes in her palms
And she chose me and my heart burns with flames
If you really like you said, you love me
Drink ink or drink grapes
Oh night ink on the papers pour it
And wine is not for those who want to be high in pieces
My concern is great and my soul made it more painful
That the one who was really a rapist
I read to increase my knowledge
And the people around me tired of money and gold
Money will not work if they are ignorant
And the knowledge increased the mechanism they won ranks
One may have what states don’t have
Some countries see it as a wonder
Some countries see their humiliation as an honor
As for the generous, if you make him angry
How similar today, Laila, to yesterday
It was only when the East Star had gone west.
In which planets have disappeared from the world
And ignorance worsened until it mixed with the nerve
Ignorance, chaos, bankruptcy and atheism
It has been long until tomorrow the boy’s dream of running away
That country has become a mystery that puzzles me.
They became Jews and they were all Arabs
Don’t wonder if a day comes and you don’t find
In the air there is sun, full moon or meteors
The darkness spread and the people became blind
No religion, no science, no literature.
I came to the graves and my passions raced me
Like a whale in the sea that has cut the range into a swarm
Until I stood at the doors of my loved ones
So my patience ran out and my eyes had tears spilled
All the words that I prepared in advance
Like salt melted and my silence made me more terrified
I wish I had a body without a soul among you
Living after you has become depressed
Yesterday your memory was giving me patience
What I have today you throw in the tampon flames
Ma, do you remember the home and the homeland?
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Coordinated by Angela Kosta Executive Director of the Magazines: MIRIADE, NUANCES ON THE PANORAMIC CANVAS, BRIDGES OF LITERATURE, journalist, poet, essayist, publisher, literary critic, editor, translator, promoter, and also by Turkia Loucif, an Algerian writer and poet.
