Nineteen Sixty

The nineteen sixty of my memory The white label was changed to black. Then came the black lions with a sharpened teeth And mouth so wide to devour the economy. They sang to the whites that we could handle ourselves But all their dreams were to mislead and embezzle The priceless gift of nature endowed to us Leaving behind the etiquette and good manners of patriotism. after the republic arrived in the nation, Then the lions started biting and chewing Our bodies, tolling and devouring our wealth. Our forehead marked the spot they have bitten, We howled but no rescue came because The white labels had gone, gone for good. Then the war came with its mighty hands To worsen our situation. There, our brothers, sisters , mothers, and fathers died honourably. our dreams were dashed away crying, houses burnt down sadly Peace were asked to leave for fear and war. Hunger were asked to speak for satisfaction. Could nineteen sixty be remembered for good? Could we still smile in our humble land? When shall the future come, leaders? We measure our suffering with smiles Yet things are not getting better. In the nineteen sixty of my memory, The flag was raised to welcome peace As a significant of the white laid in between. Yet peace and harmony remain far beyond. The pigs deceived us in the believing their selfish interest Our blood the street dogs feasted on. Why didnt we leave the white labels? it could have been better than killing ourselves In hatred and selfishness.