“A smoldering revolution. A spark of thought in the grip of poverty.
And when the poor gain wealth, they forget the revolution.
They turn a blind eye to the wrongs they and others commit.
They witness downfall, but don’t care—until they fall prey to tyranny.
Punished in public for a crime they never committed,
Only then do the features of the old revolution return, but now soaked in fear.
Can he endure and keep pace with the spirit of revolt,
Or will he be lost in the crush of the crowd,
So disoriented he can no longer find his own footing?
Where has the rebel gone?
_ Tantawy Abd El Hameed Tantawy