Dies Irae Poem by Mohammed Hassan (Piracy In The Mediterranean)

While Silent and Dreamful and Aware
Of smell of that fever which screams
In throats of a deflowered demonstration
As it injures the arms of all patience

Down the square, exchanging is in charge
Where shoulders meet to cleanse a hateful regime
When Power and Wealth Struggle is the only rule
Of getting aims, it's for once and never for all

Who had the chance to never return again
They slap her with ignorance and passion
To devour all what they meet in their path
But that won't happen In The Day of Wrath

Egypt's burning as it dances a dance of destiny
While it yearns for who glorifies the martyrs
Who sacrificed their lives for nothing but us
Flowing to the square, the Square of Martyrs
Mates who never surrender to a might Tyrant
And we won't let them get away with murders

My dead brothers, I crown your majesties
The redeemers of this region of darkness

Hail the masses of Injustice
Which is ruling the only brave ones
What do they want? the truth and nailing it
Till they got tired of Resistance

Hail these ones who live with their dead
Watching them pass away, and never shaken
Till they got tired of Resistance
And whatever costs, even their children

Feathering the Pebbles
To fly more that they can
As the hordes of rejection stand
And forgive they will not
Then we wait no more
For you, dear Tyrant

Their lives and dreams have been abolished
What the hell do you expect them to do?
While they're seeing you getting more and more
Of what they always longed for,
Stabbing you in your heart

Walking through remainders
To soar over their body parts,
They are rasing their children's signposts
'WE DON'T WANT YOU ANYMORE'
'It's been thirty years, enough is enough'
'The People want toppling the regime'

In a Region her children
Died so she can live
And they disappeared for
Their People to stay

We're the Siege of ElTahrir
With our martyrs spirits,
In the Square of Martyrs
We are heard so loud

Our Rights are simple
The Social Justice,
No Tyranny or Corruption,
And the Bread as well

Your cuffs won't get down
You'll be almost forgotten
As Chaos proclaims in region
Its Regime's stepping down

Dies Irae = The Day of Wrath

January 30,2011,5: 11 PM