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Nineteen Sixty

The nineteen sixty
of my memory
The white label was
changed to black.
Then came the black
lions with a
sharpened teeth
And mouth so wide to
devour the economy.
They sang to the
whites that we could
handle ourselves
But all their dreams
were to mislead and
embezzle 
The priceless gift
of nature endowed to
us
Leaving behind the
etiquette and good
manners of
patriotism. 

after the republic
arrived in the
nation,
Then the lions
started biting and
chewing 
Our bodies, tolling
and devouring our
wealth.
Our forehead marked
the spot they have
bitten,
We howled but no
rescue came because 
The white labels had
gone, gone for good.
Then the war came
with its mighty
hands 
To worsen our
situation.
There, our brothers,
sisters , mothers,
and fathers died 
honourably.

our dreams were
dashed away crying,
houses burnt down
sadly
Peace were asked to
leave for fear and
war.
Hunger were asked to
speak for
satisfaction.
Could nineteen sixty
be remembered for
good?
Could we still smile
in our humble land?
When shall the
future come,
leaders?
We measure our
suffering with
smiles
Yet things are not
getting better.

In the nineteen
sixty of my memory,
The flag was raised
to welcome peace
As a significant of
the white laid in
between.
Yet peace and
harmony remain far
beyond.
The pigs deceived us
in the believing
their selfish
interest
Our blood the street
dogs feasted on.
Why didnt we leave
the white labels?
it could have been
better than killing
ourselves 
In hatred and
selfishness.

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