We’re the people

Abdel Rahman el-Abnudi is a popular Egyptian poet. He is one of a generation of poets who
wrote their work in the Egyptian dialect rather than in Classical Arabic, the standard literary language.
This literary stance was associated with a militant political engagement: Abnudi and other writers of this school sought to make their literary production part of the process of development and movement towards popular democracy in Egypt.

This piece “We are the people” is a part of “My Usual Griefs” poem which mainly talks about police brutality ,and “Cariokee” team reintroduced it in a new amazing song I hope you Enjoy it.

We’re the people

From every corner of the silent cities
Thousands crawled
Calling for the end of time

Wait till dawn, for at dawn
The killing stops and the beating ebbs
And so they chanted
To nail the fist

Their blood
Turned the square around
And hailed justice Like a whetted penny ready to fight
I know of cities Hated by the light of day
Blighted by unhappy graves
I know of a shame And the birth of flame
A wall-less cell

I said no sir, I’m sorry
My country is blossoming
And in my heart I hear the springs
And in my voice the neigh of light

The world is still alive, swaying
Able to tell shadow from gloom
Even when lost My country will not lose way
What is lost is but a vast square

We’re the people

Destined for a relentless path

We’re the people

Shepherded by a rough skin

We’re the people

Destined for a relentless path

We’re the people

Shepherded by a rough skin

I only grief at night For my friends
In the moon I have for months confined
And he who killed me left no evidence

On the day I died
The moon ceased
But the stars danced in jubilee, claiming stardom

And at the news
They crammed the door
Those who cared Washing, dressing, muddling

I willed that my coffin won’t leap Unless shouldered by
Friends, swelled with trust Vowing never to untrust
What a wondrous state
To lay on the shoulders of a friend
To know your ally and your enemy
A noble face At times ruled by those two-faced

We’re the people

Destined for a relentless path

We’re the people

Shepherded by a rough skin

We’re the people

Destined for a relentless path

We’re the people

Shepherded by a rough skin

I gazed
Among my friends
Wishing they see what I’m seeing
Blinded by material gains
Despite the noble pain and the wait
We learnt, least to be cautious
We shut our eyes A stunning while
Waiting on a dream
Infected markets Displaying aged illusions
On the sidewalk stood Our intellect, hunger, earth spiders
A sinking loaf of bread

Steering stagnation, and we’re the fuel
You’re stealing food, we’re rearing homes

We raise our voice when all you want is mute
We raise our voice when all you want is mute

We’re two nations

Where’s one?
Where’s the other?

A defining line

Passing through

You sold her, land and labor
Left her bear Killing her
Every part Rotted long before she died

Alone now but tomorrow
Generations will pass through my cell
There will come a time for a generation that is aware and fearless

You’re traitors, even when uncertain
Take the keys to your cell with you and leave me my country

My country is different than yours

He left, I thought The one who serves you is he who jails you

Ibrahem Abdel Ghany

Founder of Araby.org

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