Clouds Passing Over Cairo

By
Nada Ahmed

Perhaps the clouds passing over Cairo
Are godsend pillows for their heads to rest
Perhaps the scarce rain can revive those
Flowers dying for a spark of hope
Sad the day, mellow lights at night
Residents of pain
Crouching softly to the salt and sand
Dancing, dancing,
Or in sincere prayers are chanting
Or in collective hate time pass ’em by
Sad the day, dense smoke at night
Residents of fear
To glamour and glory have bent
But what good is hope
When all their souls are spent?


 

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