Do not speak to me

Do not dare tell me this is the Mother of The World. 

Do not dare tell me the Nile has once quenched your thirst and our

generosity warmed your heart. 

Do not tell me your skin loves our sun and your 

ear loves our tongue.

Do not speak to me about our history of our resistance, that which you call 

perseverance and persistence. 

Can you not count the number of deaths?

The number of murders and accidents?

Can you really not smell the blood,

the injustices burning our lives?

Speak to me about the prices

crushing the poor

The hopelessness engulfing

the youth

Speak to me about the vicious circles,

the cruelty, the army that raves about 

building bridges.Speak to me be gaps!

Speak to me about what I deserve

but can't have.

Do not speak to me. 

Do not speak to me.

If you have turned a blind eye 

to my blood, 

to my burning sigh

to my missing eye

to my stolen dream 

and constant scream

you are not my mother.

You are not my mother.