Dark Day

The day had dawned with promises of times good When the little child was begging for food Hadn’t seen a morsel in days, still didn’t have it in sight Would the Gods in heaven pity my plight? The day had dawned and the nation saw rays of hope Although Oh! Father, they found you hanging at the end of a rope Unable to bear the grief of seeing his children die Lying around, like birds that couldn’t fly The day had dawned and the flag was hoisted Pomp and show followed, banners were posted But I didn’t get a grain of rice, even though I tried And I watched, as of starvation, my brothers died The day had dawned, and we’re independent they said Free from the clutches of an anarchist figure head But why am not free from this destitution What did I get from freedom, or a new constitution? Should I believe the hollow words of the proponents of this theory? For their words are like icing on an undemocratic pastry Or should I look around and trust what I see Not a drop of water, not a standing tree Look at the sky, God! Has the day dawned? Look around you, and wave your magic wand Rid the world of sorrow, set things right Because for the little child, it isn’t dawn, it is still night