Norhan Tomoum
20/11/11
Do you hear that? The voice of anger? Of frustration? It’s
echoing all over the place. The cheers, though from
heart to heart, are filled with fury demanding an
explanation, why? Is it because we care too much? Or is
it because you’ve had enough? Weren’t you our savior
10 months ago? Or is the chair of power too comfy for
you now? We sought your help, but you took advantage
of our innocent love; the love we’ve cherished and
celebrated when you broke the walls of the enemy 38
years ago.
What happened? Are you becoming blind, like our
previous friend there behind those bars? Well, DON’T!
Don’t you dare turn your eyes away from me. Don’t you
dare put those dirty hands above your ears and pretend
your not listening. You try to hide but I can look through
you. I can see those sly talks you’ve had with your
bearded friends. I don’t like them, though. They speak in
the name of my beloved religion, yet they smudge its
reputation with their manipulative lies and dirty games.
Well, I’m sorry marshal. You don’t get to tell me what to
do anymore. You don’t get to sit on the chair for thirty
more years. Our friendship is over. I’ve rediscovered my
love for the red, white, and black flag. I dare you to tear
it up, and the wrath of 80 million shall rise upon you.