Mazin Gamar is a Sudanese writer of poetry, short stories, and film scripts who grew up in Cairo, Egypt and currently lives in Montreal, Canada. Having lived in many cities around the world and witnessed the Sudanese diaspora first-hand, his writing addresses issues of displacement, social protest, third-culture identity and inevitably, his homeland of Sudan and the social issues that have plagued it since his birth.

Mother Revolution

By Mazin Gamar

 
On her way today
Mother Revolution
Found herself led astray
By friends or enemies, who can say?


Attacked by mighty scoundrels in the street
She found her escape
Nothing less then a remarkable feat

 
After, she had to wonder
Whose feet we find ourselves under
Every time we refuse surrender
Is it the enemy friend
Or the loyal pretender?

 

Today she roams the streets enraged
A mother
From her child estranged

 

Meanwhile, the street has lost its teeth
A movement without a chief
Protesting for and against
Those that dare to offer relief

 
Eventually she weeps and prays
To return to us the days
When revolution meant more
                                           And everyone knew what they were fighting for