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| Hatespeech |
What song is this I hear my land sing
That resounds with ruthless rhythm?
What song is this my brothers do sing
That hurts the heart and stinks of
death?
What song is this that my elders sing
With lyrics of horror and echoes of doom?
Full of awe and bitterness, we sing
Hearts palpitate with rage and hate, we
sing
In the streets we walk, and the words we
talk
In our drinking dens and public pages
We tell our tales with the venom of
vipers
Emptying our pockets of pain and shame
Our song turns blood against blood, us
against us
Yet albeit all these, this song we sing
Till the dark clouds hovering come
tumbling
Then our song changes rhythm to blame
It is a song of dying nations
That throw themselves in pits of doom
It is a song of our mothers who die
A song of our children who cry
And a song of our land running dry
It is a song that needs change of tune
To soothe our souls with peace, love and
unity.
i hope i understood this poem. i love your poems coz they come from deep within. keep the fire burning.
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