Our mother's spake
Our father's decided
The children succorned,
Still what is this called?
It's really a world of woe
Men came, victories gone,
Victor totally fogotten!
What we speak of all gone...
When I was a child, I heard stories;
Epics of men who served their countries,
Now all those are just memories!
Today's reaction is an illusion from our past glories...
What is our slogan-Battle for self?
What is forgiveness-War or peace?
Is life a competition, to boast?
Are we still relying on doubt!
They said children are the leaders of tomorrow
I have been hearing that time-after-time
Government only but re-cycles
Kids, inorder to eat push wheel-barrow!
There is no ground for the common-man;
His thought is just to eat and stay alive,
He keeps believing the parliamentary lie
Don't worry says he: let the sleeping dog lie!
Is there any solution to this mess?
Everyday the problem grow intense!
We are sitting on the fense
And steadfastly praying for change,
When will this problem end...
I have grown old,
The peoples plight still-bold
This nations fate is yet untold.
They enforce their opinion,
The memoradum of their union,
These men at the top
Won't at this length stop!
They shout for change
When they are seen on stage,
But love to see pain
In a poor man's face;
They are happy in their mansions,
Everybody echoes yes to sanction
The poor man to his station
Tomorrow is another day for caution;
Change is constant,
But greed is permanent!
Man's need so important
To work they feel relunctant;
Their communion
Is to see commotion
Among us who raised the motion
For the common-man liberation;
Greed is what we should take heed of
Unless lust in us feed-off,
Then we become agents of terror
That's not the will of the emperor.
All right reserved (c) Osarodion I. Joseph 2016
Our father's decided
The children succorned,
Still what is this called?
It's really a world of woe
Men came, victories gone,
Victor totally fogotten!
What we speak of all gone...
When I was a child, I heard stories;
Epics of men who served their countries,
Now all those are just memories!
Today's reaction is an illusion from our past glories...
What is our slogan-Battle for self?
What is forgiveness-War or peace?
Is life a competition, to boast?
Are we still relying on doubt!
They said children are the leaders of tomorrow
I have been hearing that time-after-time
Government only but re-cycles
Kids, inorder to eat push wheel-barrow!
There is no ground for the common-man;
His thought is just to eat and stay alive,
He keeps believing the parliamentary lie
Don't worry says he: let the sleeping dog lie!
Is there any solution to this mess?
Everyday the problem grow intense!
We are sitting on the fense
And steadfastly praying for change,
When will this problem end...
I have grown old,
The peoples plight still-bold
This nations fate is yet untold.
They enforce their opinion,
The memoradum of their union,
These men at the top
Won't at this length stop!
They shout for change
When they are seen on stage,
But love to see pain
In a poor man's face;
They are happy in their mansions,
Everybody echoes yes to sanction
The poor man to his station
Tomorrow is another day for caution;
Change is constant,
But greed is permanent!
Man's need so important
To work they feel relunctant;
Their communion
Is to see commotion
Among us who raised the motion
For the common-man liberation;
Greed is what we should take heed of
Unless lust in us feed-off,
Then we become agents of terror
That's not the will of the emperor.
All right reserved (c) Osarodion I. Joseph 2016
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