Egypt Poem by khaled Elbalishy

corruption penetrates into the air,
The tyrants smell the unfair.
'Step down the only word we hear,
The blood of rebels runs here.
'Smell the pure air! Oh my dear'
For Egypt I put my son and daughter
As you give me honor and water.
Loyalty is printed in every finger,
Egyptians can't die of hunger.
Egypt stands against the tyrant,
To scarify or kill, it's so important.
The youth erupt, they aren't dormant.
Come! come my revolution,
I give you my devotion.