Cast the Dice
Now Let us cast the dice
For few minutes after the rice
We shall be called to pay the price
What shall be our take home prize
When our pains have risen to the skies
It is not by force but out choice
To keep mute or raise our voice
They ride in rolce Royce
Even when hunger is killing our boys
In our agony they rejoice
From our pain we still not divorce
Let's us gather the fire
No soon shall we get tired
Let not our children call us liars
Let's raise our voices higher
Till we draw out from inside of us the fighters
For tomorrow we'd have been of age
And not able to show the rage
When in our travails we ll be caged
Keeping our bones in place with bondage
Let's cry when we can be heard
Let's makes the eyes red
So that our children can be fed
And not astray they'll be lead
With this we ll keep straight our bed.
( FM CONCEPTUAL)
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