Don’t you spit; words at us, <br />desperately now, you mummified cuss. <br />From your grave, <br />want to save. <br />Those tumbling temples. <br />Tied to us, futile ambles. <br />Brutal, vicious goons, <br />daggers long and cocoons. <br />No ones seeing you spin your webs, <br />O’ Monstrous one, that slowly ebbs. <br />We’ll throw at you, what ever it takes, <br />Lay down lives for children’s sakes. <br />Simply said your time is up, <br />to you is thrust a poison cup, <br />in its myriad dark designs, <br />reflect your melted facial lines. <br />Now drink today’s clarion call, <br />Or await the thud of a guillotine fall.<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thud-of-a-guillotine-egyptian-revolution/
