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!
As a big lover of Egypt and everything connected to Egypt, loved this one! Very good one!
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