By Khaled Beydoun
We are not your terrorists – we are revolutionaries. Children of modest means who circulate in squares, chanting in unison for a dream deferred. Youth marching in concert, a human spectrum vibrant with hues of poor and rich, Muslim and Christian, man and woman.
We are not your terrorists – we are revolutionaries. Mothers yearning for their rights while their sons burn, and ignite, a rebellion of jasmine felt beyond their sight. Christians standing as Mosque sentries assuring prayers’ not harmed, and denying evil an entry.
We are not your terrorists – we are revolutionaries. Waving banners of dignity and our flags of hope. Dodging stones of oppression, bullets coated with fear, while dangers still looms, our freedom is near.
We are not your terrorists – we are revolutionaries. A Diaspora of dreamers, my liberty your efforts will earn. You lived vicariously through me, today it is my turn.
We are not your terrorists – we are democracy.
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