Abu Shafshufa is dead, Aisha,
We found him in a hole, like a rat;
You may say it’s heartless telling you so
But Abu Shafshufa had no heart.
Four decades of tyranny are dead, Aisha,
We buried them in the desert at dawn
The grave is unmarked
Like the fate of the thousands he killed.
Another African god is gone, Aisha,
The golden pistol ended forty-two years of arrogance
Made the sun set on the September Revolution
Completed our awakening from decades of oppression.
The people are angry, Aisha,
Dictators are ‘suiciding’ students,
They massacre demonstrators with impunity
Like Abu Shafshufa did at the beginning of this spring.
We will hunt dictators down, Aisha,
They will all meet the same end
The man in the street will have the last laugh
The way we kicked Abu Shafshufa here.
Ask dictators to mend their ways, Aisha,
Tell them they’re not more intelligent than the entire nation
People outside their families have the wisdom to govern too
There’s no gain embracing Abu Shafshufa’s philosophy.
Tell dictators to listen to the poor, Aisha,
To absorb their wishes, not abuse their intellect,
To take their advice, not toss it into the dustbin of history
The way Abu Shafshufa ignored us.
The wind is blowing, Aisha,
We’ll all gather at the Tahrir Square of our continent
We’ll not leave till they are all gone
Into the grave of oblivion like Abu Shafshufa
We’re dancing on Abu Shafshufa’s grave, Aisha,
We’re free! We’re free!
Thank God Almighty
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