Unseated President

people come and go but countries stay

For thirty-one years he was Mr. President
Thinking that he was the only efficient
If he ordered, all people were obedient
Whatever he wanted, he instantly got
I think he felt, on earth he was a holly  god
And everyone for him was just a servant
Forgetting he was created, from dirty mud
 people were kind, that made him confident
that forever he or his son could be the  President
collecting his gang, heads of the government
to tell them what he had finally decided
next fake elections, his son would be a candidate
the cheerful gang; long live the father Mr. President
long live our following president son of Mr. President
poor people, sought  peace so they were patient
waiting for death to take his soul, now they are shocked
they are waiting for the departure of that b*****d ,
would they accept him replaced by his son, such a s**t?
Would we live more without the freedom we never got?
Would we let our country for the benefit of such a small group?
Oh Egypt, you turned to be a small shop, from father to son, inherited
While you are the oldest known country in this world,
but on  January 25th, the streets got completely crowded
With people coming from each part of Egypt
Seeking for better food, social equality and freedom
Not caring of close death on hands of armed policemen
No more fear, death is better than life without freedom
Facing all known sorts of violence and  suppression
But nothing can ever stand in the face of our revolution
Such a flooding river washing away all kinds of deterioration
Many  killed, many  injured, many taken to sequestration
But at the end came the waited declaration
Congratulation
We have completed our peaceful revolution
After thirty-one years, Mr. President
Became just..the imprisoned unseated President…

 

Author's Note

some people pity on Mubarak. if they had faced what people here faced during the last 30 years, they wouldnt feel like that. he wanted to change the country into monarchy that his son rules after him. people were patient waiting fate to do the favor of taking him but i think death takes only those we love! imagine i was 6 when he became a president! have never known a president for Egypt but him! it became like; Mubarak=president president=Mubarak...grrrr

Reviews

[The dark story]

i can feel your aggression in this poem..i feel great for you people to be finally getting out of his bondage...surely it's the power of the people of Egypt who won the battle..i pray for a bright new future for the people of Egypt...it's actually a ressurection..Great poem!!

[luviva]

wow i felt it.. i also hate it when politicians become dictators. at first the law says you lead for 3 years, while their term f reighn expires, they foreg up another law. oh now its 6 years.. untill the have led for eternity. and the other thing is they forget to lead and then just rule.. which makes it worse! this is the chronc disease eating up the AFRICAN contine.
i really loved it.. you had a mock at MR. PRESIDENT!!
THANXX FOR SHARING...
luviva*

[Starfruitanimal]

thank you for writing

[DA]

Well, Khalid, I found your poem excellent. The beginning was very perfect until you started entering facts which was hard to rhyme. Anyway, It is really great to hear your opinion. I have always treasured the Egyptians. I really liked the style, rhyme, and concept of the poem. Keep Up The Good Work :)

[Jeff]

Great job. You took a very important event in not only Egypt's history but the world, and did a great job in expressing it.

[Miss CB]

Once again a very strong piece from you... So strong and powerful... Well done!!!

[GunMetal]

Incredibly powerful. That was truly an unforgettable moment in Egypt's already rich history. I cannot fathom what it must have been like. Wow.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Well structured and packs one hell of a punch, well done, good read.

[Bidu Ibrahim]

Powerful piece Khalid! Saddam slept a powerful president and woke up a fugitive and so were Gaddafi, Ben Ali and Mubarak. Will Assad's fate be the same?
The length of the night will not prevent the dawn of a new day.

[The Pain Stays Fresh]

This is really good! I love how you've compared Egypt to a small shop being handed down through the family. Genius! Though it saddens me to know that it was really like that.