The storm is lifting
Millions can plainly see
Our thunder is Virtue
Fighting for a future
That most said could not be

Gently Shifting
The sands beneath our feet
With hand on flesh
Faith on word
A tyrant’s forces
Did we meet

The world saw what depths
That you would descend
Know this, that freedom
Is our Wind

The children’s laughter
Lifting our dreams deep into the
Evening night
We raised not a weapon
And we still forced you from our Sight

You may leave with gold and silver
To the pyramid’s tip all in a pile
Our riches are greater
We will enjoy our land and Home
While you spend your days in Exile

The storm is lifting
Millions can plainly see
We have our future
Our Home is Egypt
Now we can taste what it is…..to be free

dude every time i read your stuff it blows my MIND great work!!!! =D

Very good sharnden. I like your poems.

Keep it up man, good stuff.

Wow nice work your an poet and you know it!!

Very nice man