Listen, dear friends... do you hear it?
The cheering of a people reaches out
the end of a regime has come
once again Egypt has been born anew
now we see the infants struggling
with new beginnings long desired
let the night echo with their cries
and may the world share their joy
Now is the time to stop our day
taking time to offer a prayer
to whatever God you believe in
that the dream of peace comes true
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
The innocence represented here makes me nervous and uncomfortable...they are an ancient people. They have revolted. Please let them not be innocent in anything but their joy.
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