The Wake Of Silence
We woke
To clean the tears we feared
We saw as good people taken to soil
In the wake of a hobby the amor calls a riot
When the gavel of power is hit
The people in suit sit and have a treat
Unconcerned, empty-headed
Whoever sent them; should take the mantle.
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With the forces imposed
Their rights were rightly disposed
Even when the anger aroused
The calmness they sought for, angered their cry.
What they aimed at, was a fertile land
A land they’ll live to hold with their hand
But that contradicts with ‘their’ wit
Till when, the natives shall bethink; no one gives a dang.
If we fight for food
They call it battling the odd
If we fight for life
They call it ungratefulness.
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The nation best beautiful when shattered
As presentable as it is; ‘of peace’ they say
To put it first, it is, but yourself
The order laid by the greed in suits.
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