An eerie glimpse of silence
Winds gush and talk in whispers
Memories ignite the forgotten violence
Our people traumatized by sharp clippers
It is clear we must opt for peace and self-reliance.
Images of yester years intertwine
History loses its meaningful rendition
Cursed with dripping blood and consigned
To a fruitless and leaderless expedition
It is clear we have failed to bind.
Opportunities we have let resign
Decisions constructed on shaky premises
Chalets of hypocrisy and limited design
Our choices expand ferociously into nemesis
It is clear we have been left behind.
Pockets of murmuring diffuse frequently
Sadness and grief contaminate souls
Misfortune and mishaps face us daily
A place of wealthy and natural abode
It is astonishing we don’t see clearly.