Proud pyramids bear testimony to the pride of origins
History repeats itself because it lies not about beginnings
Today that ancient seat of civilisation bleeds in torment
Torched by irrationality and a greed that flows in a torrent
Making the Nile miles away from its tranquil temperament
Far from flowing with milk and honey the Nile carries bereavement
The waters of the Nile quench not the thirst but reflect the blood
Ruddy is the flow that witnessed the hand that precipitated the flood
The banks of Egypt and not just the Nile burst forth in fiery passions
One more prophet of falsehood has sat the throne beyond his sessions
Fear stalks the halls of history freaking the ghostly tombs into terror
Even the silent residents stir in sleep as one man breeds bold horror
Ancient Egypt stirs like a sleeping giant casting off his bed apparel
Soon he shall be up resplendent in armor fighting off forces of peril
For it was in Egypt that it began and it is in Egypt that it begins
For the might of Africa to overwhelm as it did the foreign legions
Cry not the weepers and weep not the bereaved over this moment
The cradle of history is now the pioneering pen to write off torment
By Andrew Sesinyi
(23:59hrs 2nd December, 2010). [ To be posted after midnight]
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