Through the struggles of a dying nation,
A hope stretched forth like a branch
A drowning fellow could hold on to.
But evil blew hard till we lost the grip.
We were like kids allowed to make our choices,
when they knew we don’t have any.
We picked our desires but had them snatched
with ease. And then we began to weep,
till we got whipped to silence, bound in chains
till our lives ebbed out.
Gone was he who smelled victory
that never graced his grip. But the terror
who snatched that freedom for all,
now lives struggling through the malady of age and time.
We can’t say if that would have been our salvation,
for we clamoured for one, who now daily breaks our hearts.
Still we deserved our choice.
For it was our cross to bear or salvation to enjoy.