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Monday, July 29, 2013

Poem: Jasmines

Yesterday
in Cairo
the jasmines wilted

The streets
lined with blossoms
trampled beneath
unflinching boots

The breeze
robbed of its perfume;
now reeking of
cold metal

But
above the torrent
of bullets striking flesh,
splattering blood

I heard a child,
forlorn,
begging the jasmine shrubs
to flower again.


I may not understand politics and civil wars, but I do know what 'massacre' means and that its meaning is universal, not just confined to the borders of Egypt.

Inspired by my cousin Nazreen's poem Today I Woke Up in Syria, one of my all-time favourites on account of its heart-wrenching imagery.

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