“Murder Mubarak” — the chant took flight, Not just a name, but a hunger for right. Tanks and teargas, the tyrant’s reply, Beneath a cold and unblinking sky.
No bullet found his aging chest, But history gave him no true rest. “Murder” was never just the knife — It was the ending of a lie-filled life. murder mubarak
Streets of Cairo, breath of fire, One man’s throne, a nation’s pyre. Decades wrapped in iron fist, While mothers’ sons turned to a list. “Murder Mubarak” — the chant took flight, Not