as I see the crowds’ uproar tonight.
These are the crowds
that will finally set things right.
as Egypt stands tall and graceful after Tunisia.
History, do record!
Let the oppressors desperately wish for amnesia!
I hope Goosebumps for heroes,
will rise on our children’s arms and hands.
When they hear of our victories,
And live content in their lands.
Our spring has sprung,
our fall has fell.
Winter’s frost has melted.
Soon in summer we dwell.
We will once again be heroes:
no shame, no weakness, no remorse.
Our peace will not be silence,
And our wise silence will not be forced.
Viva la revolution!
This uprising must not fail!
I don’t want to soothe my children,
with history’s lonely tales.
Nay, let our lullabies be:
The past holds much strength and glory.
But know this o child:
Our present has a very similar story.
We were, we were, we were.
We lost. We suffered. We endured.
Yes, for too long there was oppression.
But this is how we spoke up.
This is how our Ummah rose,
This is when we all woke up.
This is how we retrieved
our long-deserved but forgotten rights.
This is how we earned respect,
Peacefully, but with all our might.
This is how we drove out the oppressors,
Displayed what strength was truly about.
Freedom’s Match first lit,
then Revolution’s Flames burst out.
This is how you may now sit safe,
under the shade of Justice’s Tree.
Now tend carefully to our pride,
and always o child…. always be free.
Written: January 30, 2011
Egyptian Freedom: February 11, 2011