Make me whole(middle east)

Between deserts I die.
I´ve been a corpse floating on the Nile
the water rolling my body.
The leeches behind my eyes make me seem lively.
The eels under my clothes make you think I´m moving.
Yet I´m splitting at the limbs and I´m bound for Egypt.
I´ll be in pieces by the time I hit the mediterranean.
I´ll call on the middle east to sew me together
like so many ripped apart countries.
I´ll call the brother hood to drop the agenda.
Iran to procure threads of tolerance.
Syria the fabric of peace.
Israel a drop of compassion.
I´ll look back into my lifeless body and find a soul
to make me whole again.