The silent majority, are finding their voice
revolution was coming, people had little choice
the nation weeps, and Alexandria bleeds
after all, ' we are all Khaled Saïd'
who knows just, how far it will go
we hold our breath, they fall like domino
our Tunisian brothers, planted a seed
and after all, 'we are all Khaled Saïd'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem