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

You 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

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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Colonists

Colonists

We are all colonized!

Enslaved

We are all enslaved!

Colonists

And if we think that we 

The free in our homelands

We

Colonists

Elvis rules us

And who rules by the rule of( Facebook)

He is not afraid of the discharge of the Manon

We are the lost bewildered

In that big prison

Trapped

And marchers

Like a herd.

And those who have an opinion

He violates what he wants( Facebook)

Their fate was

Prohibition like the darkness of prisons

We banned you

We banned you

And we are above you who are able

Enslaved masters

No, we know them.

Not even the sighted adults

We’re all injured.

Blindness

And they are with our blind hands they take

We are the dolls

With their threads and palms

Hanging

We are the shadows

And they are manipulating us

Our Children

Our Children

Our loved ones

If they chose them between us

And between this( Elvis)

They won’t hesitate

You think they’re going to think?

Believe me they will not hesitate

Facebook raised them and raised us

And we are on his paths

We are the ones who have accepted

And when he said we agree

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