Right now in Egypt,
Things are going insane.
They’re rioting in the streets,
And cursing their government’s name.
All for their rights and freedoms,
To end their hard times and pain.
Their fight for right,
Is like ours in ’76.
Over 200 years ago,
Now the Egyptian’s words condemn,
Like the pounding of the judge’s gavel.
Now they’re being heard.
Their efforts reaching the ears of us,
So many miles away.
Like in the revolution times,
Their shouts are like the opening shot,
“The shot heard ‘round the world.”
We hear them here in the land of the free
The land that’s free, because of the brave,
Begun by the protesters,
Won by the passionate.
Now we see our country’s history,
Paralleled in the making of another’s.
Do we frown on them
In their vicious fight,
For acting impulsively?
Do we see their actions rash,
And their words too harsh to hear?
We cannot look at them with hate,
When we sit here as free as birds,
Floating on the breeze.
We cannot judge a people,
For wanting liberties.
‘Cause we were there once, in the past,
And still we stay here free.
I pray the Egyptian crisis goes
And is not fought in vain.
I pray that they will gain their freedom
And gain a long lasting happiness,
Far beyond what they’ve ever known.
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