By Radwa Munir
A kingdom trapped in her heart
Yearns to summon a war
Her soul naked as Baroque Art
Rules the kingdom like czar
Faith trembles like dews on emerald leaves
While the rubies red
Are stitched on her half-torn sleeves
But she carries the majestic emblem adorned on her head
While the hermit thrush sings in the lavender garden
And the horses prance through the silver storm,
She wears her crown and learns to perform,
The art of pain, guilt and love, forbidden
A crown is just a hat that lets the rain in,
When sovereignty is slaved, from where does royalty begin?
They made her wear the crown of love
And taught her how to dry her tears
The vultures hover in the sky above
Waiting for a share of diamond from the necklace she wears
They made her wear the crown of justice
Her dreams crucified, buried under the velvet pillows,
She learned to garment her pride, unforgotten of the prejudice
Her ears longed for the last song of the swallows.
At dawn, she slumbers
In the muse of cherubs’ lullaby
Learns how Aphrodite used to beautify
In the burning nights, dark as umbers
She learned how to upturn the sands of time
Established her reign, her heart so cold and dreams turned rime.
By Radwa Munir