Marshal's epaulettes now traded for suits. <br />And Itallian shoes for mil-issue boots. <br />Eyeing with disdain our forgotten roots. <br /> <br />On Cairo's streets a chance to walk. <br />With sad Egyptians a smiley talk. <br />Sad in the heart but steady as a rock. <br /> <br />Never bargained just faces to change. <br />Far more varied our demands range. <br />We wish to reverse the faith exchange. <br /> <br />Care not for sons, at Tahrir that fell, <br />for the hungry millions of Nile's dell. <br />And refuse to learn what histories tell.<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/marshal-s-epaulettes-at-tahrir-fell/
