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