The Great Nile

B L O O D Sweat Black perfume. The Nile streams its power; Channels bodies WARMTH. Han ds Fee t Angry sights Break ages of silence. Hands Feet Stuck in the roads Decades Like foreigner obelisks; Idols worship idol. But still The Nile roars. Red rivers flow Melting the asphalt Free HandsFeet Bodies Free The Great Nile, Bath. I'm not away here, My rouge fleuves’ stream Flows with the Saint Laurent To meet the Great Nile. I am the prisoner Of Mesopotamia, Occupied today But the remote roar of the Great Nile Will free me. The D R U M S of the black feet In Cairo’s streets Will send drizzles To other SACRED deserts. There will be new rivers Red Irrigating the barren lands; Changing maps.