Thursday 6 October 2016

Independent slaves

I am tired of writing
I am drunk in the liquor of pain
I think we are more than enlightened
Talking much more is making me feel insane

I see the rain of discomfort
I see the brooms in office
But should the umbrellas come forth?
Our minds still will never be at peace

I see the foundation of the palaver
Some same old new cartels
We keep acting breathless like cadaver
Tommorow is in more danger; I tell

Our hope is built on nothing less
But on chattered promises
We fold our hands; we fill to act its needless
We don't care about our premises

Arise O compatriots!!
Let the pain catalyse a change
Let the day resurrect some patriots
Because what they call change is strange

Arise O compatriots!!
Let the human race take a new lane
Arise O guts!!
So tomorrow we'd see a much better reign