Letter To Alexandria Poem by Robert Dawa

Letter to Alexandria

Alexandria
And here I write a hieroglyphic prose
About our African cause
Sordid and yet not vile
From the blue soul of the Nile
Nursing all pyramids tall
Foreign banners wiggling not at your Mediterranean wall
All damn gods I hear about you there
The beauty I heard-radiant and fair
The rugged old beams of Tutankhamen's tomb
O' the blessed womb!
Mummied mysteries wander about you
Western winds brawling like panting dogs to out-do

Africa.