Poet: Ashraf AboArafe
Last night beneath the Cairo skies,
Where Nile in golden silence lies,
A toast was raised, a flag unfurled—
The People’s Army met the world.
At Marriott’s halls, serene and wide,
Where East and West walked side by side,
A vision bloomed, serene and fair—
With Jennifer, grace in the air.
She came not clad in war’s attire,
But soft with smiles that could inspire.
An angel’s poise, a diplomat’s art,
With warmth that bridged two worlds apart.
Though tides may shift and empires turn,
And nations clash and lessons burn—
Captain Gotten stood with pride,
As peace walked gently by his side.
And Wu Qian spoke with steady tone,
Of China’s dreams, not war alone—
A dream where hearts may still align,
Like stars that share a single shine.
So let the world take gentle heed,
Where uniforms meet not with greed—
But hands that reach across the stream,
With Jennifer—part of the dream.
