Day nineteen...a picture and letter

Dear Mr. Hosny Mubarak  

I've spoken so many words against your injustices, your oppression that it hardly needs mentioning anymore, not that it really needed mentioning in the first place. Your actions spoke louder than your words. I'll be first to admit, i felt bad for you during the speech you gave about how you were the country's military hero, how you served it and its people, because yes maybe at one point before all this you were something. but you can only blame yourself for what has happened, for where you are now. The chants of people on the streets, the derogatory name calling that they call you. Yes, it's not so respectful of someone your age but again did you consider that when old women cried themselves to sleep because of worry about where their sons were because you wisked them off the streets and no one heard a word about where they were. Did you consider that when your brutal police forces cold bloodedly murder Khalid Saed and made his face nearly unidentifiable. Did you for a moment consider how his mother felt when they came to her and told her that her son, was dead. or the many others really. Imagine Mr. President, how you would have felt if that was YOUR son. Did you consider the ones that were thrown off police station roofs and said to have committed suicide. The millions who live in cardboard boxes rain or shine while you sold Egyptian Gas for under 10 cents to Israel, why? Were you working for the people's best interests then? Were you working for their best interests when youth graduated from Medical school and then had to put a piece of cloth on the sidewalk and sell used books in order to make a living, because the possibility of finding a job was next to nothing. Or were you working in their interests when the Education system became so unbelievably hard yet fail to teach anything that many had to start tutoring in all subjects at the first grade? When many could not afford to pay for that and it was either starve the family or have the child pass. What did it matter to you anyways, they were one among the millions of the same situation. 

I write those words as my heart aches and my tears flow. Yet I sitting here compare nothing to the millions who have to day in and day out live with the consequences of your rule. The prayers of an oppressed person never go unanswered, and you Mr. president have many prayers against you.