Hatred gone past noon
Universally incredible to you
News in flames
Believin' smoke death
The scratch pen on the song
route again
Poor line
Sick queue
In-debt entrenched
Discourse like Locke
Palace scholar
Sore-back coins
Critical theory
Shoot saturated
cooking oil fat
DWP in the golden capital
Blaspheme
Hot lies
Thus, kept warm for the winter.
- By Laila Ali Haid
Non-stop glory
Shining tears
Regret sweet forlorn
Ring of fortitude
Down the heavenly-cast river
Celebrations for conquest
Chapter again
We come undertowing,
A nation chiming.
Glory as we turn
into the light.
~
Epiphany undercurrent
Unveiled green curtain
Blessed be He,
The Owner of i.
- By Laila Ali Haid
“ Were the flames of Egypt the call, or was the Bush itself the light?” - By me, Laila Ali Haid
