An hourglass,
grand and shining
When the
sun meets its glass
On four
wooden pillars it’s standing,
Made of
black ebony
Its glass is frail; cracking up
Withstanding ninety million grains of sand
That are getting heated up
And pressured to fit on the other side of downThey are stuck in transition
Some broke to the other ground
Whilst the
others got suspended;
Fighting gravity where they stand
Fighting gravity where they stand
The hourglass holds a mystery
A spell
binding its fragile glass together
Its ebony
pillars on which it’s standing
Got broken, yet still attached to one another
From time
to time the hourglass is flipped
And the
hour sometimes passes
But at
others, the sand never slips
It’s an unresolved
mystery of the grains
That never flow through the narrow passage
That never flow through the narrow passage
And when
the sand is kept in; trapped,
The glass
gets another crack
It’s all in
the glass and its spell
Standing up
high in the strike of the sun
The hourglass
now is flipped again
And all the grains are gradually slipping
From this
narrow passage, to the other side
Seeking breath,
and the shine of light
The glass
is fragile and the ebony is breaking
But the
spell won’t get any shaken
The ebony
will stand and the glass will endure
The scream
of the Egyptians calling “FREEDOM”
So as
frail as it is, and as broken as it stands
The hourglass
stands stiff, and away escapes the sand
From sterility
and confinement
To a break
of light in a vast, green land
There is
still tomorrow, there is still a path
As long as
the glass is resisting and the sand knows its way
There will
still be tomorrow, there will still be hope
As long as
the hourglass flips, and the ebony stands tall
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#Tamaroud
#30 June
I didn't realise it was about Egypt until I reached the line directly saying so.
ReplyDeleteSo the glass is the people and the sand is their will or might?
I like it. Too much repetition of glass - but then again there is the "hourglass" itself and the fact that it is made of "glass".
I like it. Keep it up.
Nada, you didn't get the metaphor correctly!
DeleteThe glass, the ebony pillars and the hourglass, all of them, are Egypt. It's fragile and cracking, still standing together and spell bound not to break.
The sand is the people, they are 90 million grains of sand because our population is 90 million people.
The hourglass get flipped means that the people make revolutions and our leaders get changed.
The hour sometimes passes (like during the SCAF and MB's rule) and sometimes it doesn't because people are being so confined that they cannot break free (like in Mubarak's regime)
When the grains start to break from one side to the other it means that they are starting to realize their confinement, so they resist, so they start making awareness to people and then revolutions happen
Then there is the conclusion that whenever we know our passage and our way then we are safe, and there is always hope, even though the passage might be very narrow and seems to be an impossible wall to breach.
Is it now somehow clearer?!
Much.
ReplyDeleteThank you
you're welcome :)
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