Leaving

Inside my head there was a crow Deep in my heart there was a cry I faked a weary smile But my mouth was sour and dry Blood spatter on a single page That was the day When my world got full of rage Childish fear of a stone clown not daring to stare or gaze not even a blink, a drop of sweat or a frown my china world just like a vase fell apart and broke down It was never fear or even loss It was simple hate that drove my fate A wake-up call in talk shows A street sign and a fist fight where brothers traded blows My peaceful ancient land is now where violence and fanaticism roam And that was the day when I left home Cairo: March 23rd, 2011