Sitting in my favorite chair.
Sipping my honey filled tea,
Like an elegant glass of wine.
My unbalanced chair teetering,
Back and forth.
Giving an illusion of an old man,
Rocking back and forth.
A day of work; sweat and blood,
Was finally drifting away.
Relaxation was advent.

I decide to check the news.
Changing it from my beloved show; Cowboy Bebop.
What was being depicted,
Widen my eyes.
Not in horror or sadness.
But in surprise and shock.

I have been secretly follow this story.
To see it in video.
To see the actions taken.
To see the great land of pharoahs in revolution.
Bedazzled me.

Still sipping on my honey filled tea.
All I could do was to hope.
Hope these actions for change,
Do not be forgotten.
Hope that civil war doesn't ensue.
Too many have died already for the cause.

Of course hoping isn't much,
Physically I can only stare.
Stare as I sip on my elegant honey filled tea.
Just staring from the outside is all I can muster.