Wrong Zing! Poem by AbdulRahman Mahmoud

Exhale in.. Exhale out
Breathe in.. Breathe out
Mass of youth shout
Freedom.. They shout
From tear gas
They black out
Complete silence
But the idea was out loud
Out and about
They shout
Freedom.. Freedom
People come out!
People are afraid from
Tyranny's clout
Convincing themselves
He's going to run out
His time
No need to shout
What a black cloud!
On their eyes
A country they paralyze
Nothing to be proud
Over and out
It's fear..
Tyranny's ultimate gear
And people can't bear
All that fear
Humanistic.. Their reason
chill out season
Forgetting what's it about
Sure his time will run out
Food is good!
Live under boot
In and out
Again youth shout
Freedom.. Freedom
Our people come out!
And they come out
To shut up this crowd! !
Monkeys experiment
Read what's it about!
Early retirement
Late recruitment
Youth are the curse
And they don't belong
To our lovely yard
Come Along
Hit them with a thong
Their backs are strong
And we see nothing wrong
What's really wrong?
Is there something wrong with
Our King Kong? !
Our nights are long
So let's play ping pong!
Let's sing a song
Let's sing with zing!
To our beloved king
" please let us live…
We salute you to give…
Some bread and cive (onion) "