Two Pockets Of Resistance !
1.My son,
Egypt is the land
Where devils strolling as freely
As angel wings snap.
2.Sun beats down like tyrant
Who, with iron fist
Crushes leafy shady trees
As well as delicate flowers along the Nelios
But two pockets of resistance
In two spots are made of steel too
Will never ever kneel
Before the new pharaoh,Sissi.
3.O Democracy
an ensnarement
with a golden adieu, you
are a tattered ray
because of the military boots.
