By: Raya Ziada, Feb 9 2011
Slavery occupied our brown skins
We became imprisoned by our masters’ sins
The death awakened the frozen blood in our hot veins
The last Faroun was murdered
Khalid hit the ground,
The sound was loud
A missed harmony from the past
When the Indigenous became indigence
The Arabian Princess ran naked from her tomb
She ran like an Egyptian horse in the desert
Her thirst led her to last drop of justice
Her thirst for dreaming
Her thirst for freedom
She followed her brood to the streets
She gathered her kids in Al Tahrir Square
Some fell down some were born
She held her dignity in one hand and the revolution in the other
She screamed this is Egypt and I am the mother
They screamed this is Egypt
Egypt our mother
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