Hope Kale Ewusi
Twas the scene that made the news;
When at last the Tunisian genie
Broached its urn, and sent the scoundrels
Scampering from the den -
A flowering feat as yet unseen
As from enchanted gardens sweet jasmine
Charmed the Maghrebian sky and hitching
Upon a bosom wind, the spell would soon
Engulf the once slumbering Nile.
Imbibing mimetic whiffs of apostasy
Pedestrian gentry in their hoarding mass
Transfixed by the valor of the fragrant surge
Their spirit mounted bodies seized the Square;
With banners aloft, roaring voices swore
A burnished faith in the totemic mascot
Who in the gathering years, their modest
Yearnings had roundly scuffed.
The rallies aptly multiplied as the vigils
Hailed the Egyptian nights;
Civilians and soldiers dancing on egg shells...
Out in the courtyard the chieftains quaked
Yet stood their ground – Alas Mubarak with
A tight fist doled concessions that missed
The mark, testing at once the common will
And the cuddling grace of the conniving West.
The media glared as the charade wore to fits
Pressure mounting within and the outer-sphere
And soon the frenzied garrison in its wake
Fancied one monkey can’t stop their show
They flipped the coin in the people’s favor
Sending Mubarak to an ignobly hasty leave.
Mean while south of the Sahara Mubarak’s kindred
Gawk and romp unperturbed; pinning their hopes
Upon those brutish thugs roundly sworn to their beck.
The wind as yet no one has seen, but its motion aptly felt
It blows at will – north, east and west……
And now my friends I must surmise it’s just
A matter of time before a jasmine gale jolts the south.