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All That Avails Is Flight

Along the streets..., we run Chased by our fears..., we run Seeing our end coming..., we run Slaved by their injustice..., we run Silenced by betrayal..., we run Our hands tied from behind, handicapped They whipped us, they inflicted pain to conquer this mind We slaved in day, and sorrowed when the moon was light When the skies were overcast, our souls were downcast lamenting Till the fountain of our tears has run dry and now we cry no more...., freedom and peace, they have killed by their democracy impartiality of justice, buried forever in the dark tomb of politics Patriotism is the fightings they cause among the youths brainwashed by their slogans to appease their insatiable hunger for power and delusions of grandeur.., Now the wise and the able in fear brave to run For all that avails is flight They cannot be fought They are power, they lose not They run the race and they determine the mark They speak to be listened and are heard by us They walk in plain, not their good talk In the court of justice, innocent themselves they judge They kill fathers with a bullet, youths they blind their sight When they dance in merry, they kill the young with hunger With fear to mothers, a nation they have subdued  And now out of bravery we seek our escape For all that avails is flight....

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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