They kicked our backs,
but we rise in falls
They back stabbed us,
but we never died in bleedings
it was suppose to be Canaan abounding with greener nourishments,
but it withers
This sun is scorching our flesh,
But never a brim bowl is granted to chill our addicted throats?
yesterday we were soldiers in the bushes,
We were brothers and sisters marching for a glowing sun and we never tire for tomorrow,
But in this gloominess we are more than subjects to darkness
We work for it,
It eats for us and feeding on crumps we never satisfy our bellies.
Everybody knows the night which eats our fathers but we are dump to speak about terror of which the blind winds feels its ruthlessness,
By midnight leaves sheds off in fright
And the sky cried out but tears it never shows When the sun smiles everybody knows,
Life Is never the same
We have gone for shameful days but who will save our day?
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