Underwear of Thorns
Ugly and painful life I live
No one may know about it
Down there is fixed underwear
Enshrined with sharp thorns
Rigging me into life of agony
When I try to enjoy my birth right
Every happy hyena laughs at me
All saviors are toothless barking dogs
Reasons for this I know not!
Oh my motherland, when shall I be happy!
Fire in my bottom with no one to rescue
This underwear of thorns is hell on earth
Horror is plenty as sand in the Sahara, but
Over my shoulder I see the sun
Rising over dark clouds of scorpion pains
Near is my time of joy and bliss
Songs of liberation my mouth shall sing
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