Poem for Egypt

 

Humiliated, that is what I am

Humiliated, by an evil man

Humiliated, I do what I can

 

Moved, to march, that is what I do

Moved, by crowds, in my heart and in my hand

Moved, to remove, and take back my land!

 

Humiliated! Never will I be!

Humiliated! I was blind and now I see!

Humiliated! Yearning to be free!

 

Freedom calls and I will answer,

The people speak: the regime is cancer

The regime is weak: the people have the answer

 

Humiliated, that is what we were

Liberated, that is what we are

Liberated, that is what we are

 

Tear down the walls,

Open up the presses,

Sing and dance,

All the prayers and all the poems,

For all time!

 

Egypt is free!

Egypt is free!

Egypt is free!