The Crying Eye Sees

The eye's seen enough The heart's beat a lot for the bluff Of the joyful hope of sorrow That’s promised for every morrow By the driver of the land's wealth— Who's covered the land's breath Like the spreading sky. Over many years of false The land still remains Like that of yesterday Poverty kills a lot under Your table—the record of life. The crying eye sees Time is getting older We see unity as our weapon Even you act like deaf master— Who does not hear the cry of his servant Why! Why always making the poor to face the sun? Why remembering us the root we came from? Why making us like a beggar Struggling out of mansion without stick? In your time, Education was free Did we commit offense That's made our time To have an arm and a leg? This ’s the unanswered question We have kept asking. Come back comrades! It's time to light our candle! Walk in street to street! Move from door to door! Shift from gate to gate! With the beautiful song Aluta continua! Victoria acerta!