Mubarak's boys move into the street
Thugs roaming free like hurricane fools
Last resorts of a desperate 'has-been'.
Mubarak your days are numbered
A generation behind and a worn out mind
Wall-less Cities, populated by empathetic people
Differences accepted with gentle mood
Live and let live, live and let love, love and live.
Mubarak, they're not your people, they are simply: 'people'.
Time is ticking daily, Mubarak don't delay.
Do the World a favour, in Egypt do not stay!
Mubarak's boys are on the streets
They're beating peaceful People down;
and an army made of stone, look on with stony faces.
Tying their laces, combing their hair, don't they care?!
Complacent, complicit fools, regime tools!
Mubarak, there's still exile, grab it whilst you can.
Quick Mubarak run, the people have spoken
Two million feet trampling, on toward freedom
And a World full of keyboards, typing support.
We're living in a new World, where Tyrants don't run free.
We're living in a free World, where people want to be.
We're living and we're breathing change, on winds: wild and free.
2 Feb 2011
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6 comments:
"And a World full of keyboards, typing support." I've sensed that these past days, feel the urgency in your verse, like its compactness, pressing us forward to a solution.
Thanks Hedge ;) Thanks for speaking up on this issue, hopefully it will encourage others to lift the invisible veil or breakthrough, that None-Existent wall.
Many have sacrificed their lives for the principles that we all hold as Worthy: Freedom, Justice and peace. Now, is a good time to use your voice.
Thanks for reading and commenting and following.
To both of you: Hit me up on twitter for a chat, if you like.
..We're living and we're breathing change, on winds: wild and free...this resonates..
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