Tahrir Square

Onward they march through the streeted paddocks of
Tahrir Square.
The struggle that seeded spring
has yet to produce flowers for the people.
Independent insurrectionists flex the sinews of a community,
establishing roadblocks and boycotting bureaucrats,
in attempt to tame the general's pack of antediluvian wardogs,
chawing the peoples democratic leg with stronghold jaws of steel and lead,
equipped with mouthfuls of razorwire teeth.

The swift wing butterflies congregate under canopies of milk and pearl
charting the burgeoning al fresco atmosphere

while outside, in Tahrir Square, progresses' peaceful procession
remains in a slothful shuffle
impeded by the dead weight of combat boots
accountability falls in sparse, inert drops of drivel
from the crooked mouth of the militaristic cur.

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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