56 Years of Exile

It looks so sweet,a pity it wasn't sung Is there hope for what future may hold? For faces I had thought we're gay I saw were lined with care Life unbelievably was clear And vividly was clear My lord,where shall I place my bribe? Then society cheats itself Billions lost publicly Big brains lynched Commoners suffer the wrath of the mighty Failure justified What kind of times are these? The drought and the hunger Shocking levels of unemployment Flooded homes, flooded homes for 56 years? Turbulence in quarantine centres Others opting for death The primeval beast devouring us Turning dreams into nightmares Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the years It matters not how straight the gate In the fell clutch of circumstances My head is bloody but unbowed The night has been long The morning I look through your anguish Clap hands,let's leave the preening And stop impostering our own history They cursed our intrusion of peace and the sun's Intrusion of his shade Colonial judges Cobras uneasily lying side by side Left to roam and bite again No narrow fancy Full fifty six years of exile It has never been so profound Solitude have I to endure? And that's the way it should be!