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LADIES OF TAHRIR SQUARE
She spread through our minds
In the chaos of Cairo backstreets.
And on this day
Oh how we loved that girl.
and we stopped our red Vespas at the red light
for her to cross.

We knew who she is,
In her tight jean cutoffs, 
Western Wear designer jeans,
designed to change the world.
and her near waist yellow T
revealing all of the woman she could become.

We knew we would see her again and again.
Yes we got her Message
and it is Holy.

All we could do is watch her. 

She knew.
But did she ever know we had our eyes on her.
When she reached the curb, she paused,
and she threw us a backward, over the shoulder smile.
Yes, she knew the revolution was overdue.
Their Arab Spring was new and here.

Ready for her rise to human right,
we turned,
we blinked,
and she was gone.
We knew it is so.
Their girls are so beautiful
sans an abaya.

Suddenly her revolution was ended.
and gone, her smile.

Those ladies of Cairo,
They were right,
They were together,
They had the hope,
and the world was on their side.

So why did they lose?
?
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
     Orlando FL 07-30-2014

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