Peter Paul Valletta Poet Lyric

Broken Fields

Diminished and threatened, is our liberty
A failed design that’s promoting Mutiny
Anarchy is rising,
From dust they are born and into dust they will fall

A Nation in darkness, by symptoms of fear
Eluded by systems, that dictate what appears
Lost in the meaning, of living free
What’s to become? What’s to become of me?

Like broken fields, under the rain
We sprout back to life, we rise from the grave
Unite under standards, to reclaim our dream
A Nation for freedom , this is our chance to see

To resurrect our values, fight for our believes
Cancel out corruption, rediscover honesty
Denouncing their evil, for generations yet to be

The Media controlling, honesty is gone
Brainwashing the public, now reap what you have sown
Education is failing, modern day slaves
The future is nay, this I guarantee

Like broken fields, under the rain
We sprout back to life, we rise from the grave
Unite under standards, to reclaim our dream
A Nation for freedom , this is our chance to see

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Beata Agustin November 5, 2024 at 7:16 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.