The Two Niles (Sudan)
A Shakespearean sonnet on the meeting of the Blue and White Niles and the ancient pyramids of Meroe.
Where Blue and White in liquid marriage meet,
The ancient sands of Khartoum drink their fill,
While Meroe’s tombs defy the desert heat,
With pointed peaks that keep a kingdom still.
The Nubian pride is etched in every face,
A legacy of queens and archer-kings,
Who held the rhythm of a sacred space,
Before the shadow that the conflict brings.
Though dust may rise and bitter winds may blow,
The spirit of the river does not bend,
For through the thirst, the seeds of courage grow,
With hopes that only peace and time can mend.
Oh, land of confluence and golden light,
May morning break upon your longest night.
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