Bouazizi wanted a life of dignity

nothing unusual really, just education for his sisters

and little things that one would take for granted

were free.

The Arab Spring came on, Twitter on fire

Facebook ran cold with blood of young men

heads cracked open,

brotherhood defined better than any religion could

word it

selfies halted for a brief moment

armchair likers waking up to people taking control

of their lives, the race of ordinary people

with ordinary desires

youth with dreams, passion and a better world

not to plant seeds of destruction

but just lead mundane lives

going about business as usual.

A young Tunisian led the way

a fruit seller, vendor

an ordinary man, wishing to lead an ordinary life.

His little cart stands in the square,

a reminder

immortalized in history

but fading.

Yes, some people do get upset

for apple carts can topple governments

and dictators, domino effects

going down in books of history

through a burning man.