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I noticed something interesting that needs to be studied about the Arab Spring revolutions. As soon as any revolution starts, we see the Dictator rushes to the so-called ‘Peoples’ Assembly’ (which is also called Parliament or Congress in different countries) to give a speech to justify the crimes committed by his regime against the people. By doing that, he forgets that the members he is addressing in the ‘Assembly’ do not represent the people in the streets, but represent only themselves and him, as they all were assigned by his security branches Here came this poem to shed more light at that so-called Peoples' Assembly
The so-called ‘Peoples’ Assembly’
By Tarif Youssef Agha
We have been suffering for more than four decades
From what has been called ‘The Peoples’ Assembly’
As it is an assembly with no one ‘from the people’ elected
It was stuffed with all ‘bad’ ones, but not a single ‘good’ one
Most of its seats are occupied by thieves
Whose expertises are bribery and deception
On these seats you find those who are crazy about ‘titles’
Those who picked up their doctorates for a fee from every where
On other seats you find those who have the ‘rank’ complex
For the sake of their seats, they are ready to wage a war
And over there spread those who bark during the speeches
They don’t know that barking is the job of the dog
Every where you look, you find those with the long ears
Their job is to hear every thing including the ants’ walk
And some of them are just numbers
The value of each doesn’t even exceed that of a lizard
But, nevertheless, all of them have something in common
They all have neither conscience, nor heart
If they are really good in anything
That is applauding, clowning and going with the flow
How often they applauded when the people were mourning
But when the people were once relieved, they wept and mourned
If you hear them swearing, close your ears
As cowardice is their Prophet and money is their God bravery
Their rubber stamps can approve any law
They can even push a camel through a needle’s eye
They and the chickens walk the same path
And they agreed not to change it
From a far distance, they look like peacocks
But from a short one, you see deformed creatures
They deserve the best medals for what they say
But they deserve kicking and beating for what they do
If you call them pigs, you will not be unfair to them
But you will be unfair to the pigs
They don’t know the meaning of ‘face saving’
They deserve nothing but to be kicked and called names
They look like string puppets in the theater
Move by strings and change colors and clothes every day
Neither the faces are theirs, or the voices
They are nothing but suits crucified on pieces of sticks
They are called in their country ‘Groupies’
But they are also known as ‘The masters of robbery’
If it was up to me, I would desire to issue a warrant
To bring all of them to court
I would like to put all of them behind bars with the other killers
As they all belong together
In brief, it is an assembly like no others
If I have to portray it in two words, I say ‘Trash ready’
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Poetry by: Tarif Youssef-Agha
Houston, Texas
Friday, November 4, 2011
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