Eighteen days to freedom
where the egoic arrogance of dictatorship
succumbed to the singing, dancing masses
marching to the chant of
"we are peaceful"
flags unfurled,
trembling like virginal offerings of a nascent Egypt
unveiled for the first time
fireworks ebullient like Aurora Borealis stroking the heavens
babies of the revolution held aloft
like the banners that floated among them
yet they bowed to pray
prayed for their future
not without a price
blood spatters rubied in the stones of Tahrir square
the pyramids of hope have opened
dance
dance your way to your future
gentle, peaceful people
dance
