Black Mercy

We all know the day, Which we came to fay; We all remember the day, Which the black and white were faraway; We all mark the day, Which our power became black not grey. So horrible, That we were so gullible; Why is our case always like moth, That fly into a flame? Why are we always victims of 'Black Mercy'? The Journey of years Get worse in sneers; In the beginning, We rose a compatriots But a little trick from them— We became children That chase after butterfly, Not considering a pit ahead. When will we be out of our predicament? When is our self-slavery ending? We pledge all days, all nights, But the nation has failed us, All days, all nights We always cry to remember The freedom as a slavery Which is a 'Black Mercy'