The land of man fills with tears and horror,
That clouds the eyes of the living with terror,
The deeds of the land brims with sins and errors,
As our reflection on time refuses itself in the mirror.

Our men, fathers, singing the sorrowful anthem,
Future seeming like it’s never gonna know brightness,
Hopes of men get fed on by the hunger of darkness,
As mothers and children join in the verses of sadness.

We are alive but can’t be called the living,
Our breath for life, the idiots have taken,
Our bodies they defile as it’s theirs for feeding,
While our souls lost its appetite for living.

We die every moment in our depths of heart,
Our days get darker than the darkest of nights,
Shackling in fetters, feeding in wraths,
And locks on lips had only been tip of iceberg.

Our souls, we own, but theirs for taking,
The cry for liberty, a crime for its thinking,
While fights for freedom, an otiose in the making,
Happiness, we’ve heard of, but always found wanting.

Allegiance we made to break loose and be free,
Finally we did, and given it is, the freedom we seek.
But how do we explicate the aftermath of this,
As we’ve become our own novel of suffering.

Now we are enslave in our lands by our very own men,
Who made sweats and blood our daily bread,
With no near sight of when soon this inhumanity ends,
As we are left to live in this paradise of hell.


It was written for Independence day but I just dropped it somewhere without sharing

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Author: Judaisky

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