(Memories of Eden)
Egypt on the rise
by all means necessary, what it takes
the little white man in his office
England shakes
something in his
milky tea toned heart
of beer and safely distant tabloid tits
no threat of real women
but a seed of something
starts to start
and now awakes
and something shifts
BBC and media
controlled hysteria
spread the fear
there's no belief in man's ingenious
beauty, peace
it must be heinous violence
but the protest reaches high
into the heavens
out with tyrants
something in your sand and soil
dear Egypt, holds a secret
that no office man or media anchor girl
can spoil
its coming like a whisper
as the spark of real hope
begins to filter
and unfurl
No suits and ties
No regurgitated lies
No phoney muslim guru, no
it all lies in your dark Egyptian
eyes
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