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The Life & Death of Mohamed Bouazizi: The Millennials' Dilemma [PART 2]

PART II – THE CATALYST

 

Mohamed Bouazizi –

He who lived as a prisoner of poverty, and died a martyr.

His last moments

Were eighteen days of a comatose state,

A body burned all over, twisted with hate

Hatred for those who chose

To oppress and control, to steal and cajole

From people who could barely afford

What one needs to survive.

Mohamed

Died as a symbol of resistance –

It was his insistence,

His dissatisfaction at living like a slave

That served to dislodge

The Tunisian nation from its slumber.

 

Suddenly, the agonising death of one man

Was all that was needed to ignite a revolution,

It was not a solution but rather a convolution

Of pain that was already existent –

He was a catalyst of sentiment

A man who gave up his life so everyone else could open their eyes and realise

That we are all victims of a system that does not care.

 

“Farewell Mohamed, we will avenge you,”

Is what the people chanted.

Like a nest of hornets

They angrily took to the streets

A populace enraged to this day

Eight years of delay, a delay

Of justice being served, of the dire recalibration

That Tunisians now demand

Of their corrupt nation.

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Written by
Jdelia420
24 / M / Malta
Published
Apr 4, 2018
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Part II, as promised - part of a 3-week series on the life and death of Mohamed Bouazizi and a reflection on the Millennial generation.

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