Egyptian brothers

Scattering as quail, before angry shots, each running Hell’s growing hot…
Simmering strife against the night, trailing crimson life through Tahrir’s roaring fight…
Across a square they tread, seeking liberty, receiving only dread…
United in effort, misguided, by fools led, men given not liberty ending up dead…
Tangible efforts sworn to by rights, earned in votes not violence in the night…
Return seat the elected, remove the beknighted, with times broken arrow plow democracy’s furrow…
Grow as a nation, in earned self esteem, not as the angry raping mob you seem…
Liberty is earned, and in patience shared, those willingly working for peace, have nothing to dread…
Give up your stones, return to your homes, shed the uniforms of hate, return military to your gate…
No army should tread on the people’s own head, rather defend her decisions, not lay in evils bed…
Hand over your weapon, gather your voice, use the ballots, cast out evils choice…
Victory is had, where men father a nation not acting like cads…
Women gathering words, between thundering herds, tipping a nations fate, not a great state…
Share if you dare, these words with your kin, find a sister and brother, friends till the end…

WAM

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