Tuesday 7 February 2012


Your mother is still
That you are gone
Killed by thugs
in a football match
in Port Said

Were you 15 or 17?
What was your crime?
Your blood was still
When the SCAF said it was a
That could happen anywhere in the world!

In the morgue, you were given
A number
Your life, your death
in a freaking, lifeless number
Your innocent body
Wrapped in a black, rubbish bag
Oh, wait...
It could happen anywhere in the world!

Mother of the martyrs,
We shall not forget...
Their holy blood isn't sacrificed in vain
Your child now rests in heaven
And we're here in a hell
That has no name.

--Marwa Ayad

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