Egypt Poem by Oluwatosin Richard Shiba Aribo

Her rivers lap playfully, teasingly
Beckoning
Dark and fair like lion mane
All men want to go into her gates'
I groped her hillsides, and
They are threshed with corpses
Corpses hung on stilettos

Egypt wants no man on her hillock'

Her spears have pierced the lungs
Of infant dreams,
Her whips flayed the flesh of youthful wiles'
Soldiers! The beautiful straits of Egypt
Are an ambush
For she lies heaving…..smoldering
Her magical perfumes sedate even the wise tortoise

Egypt's dungeon is in her backyard

Hidden between two mountains
Underneath a bushy foliage'
A final resting place for many greats
Who sees Egypt must duck
But who knows anybody who has seen her and ducked?
O fierce' Egypt
Hole of soldiers,
Tongue of the howling masquerade
Birdsong of the apocalypse'