Why
How could the eagles soar high
When their wings were ripped before they could even fly?
In a land where conviction is ticket to die,
Sometimes you could not even understand why.
The hopes for a bright tomorrow
Are being bound in chains of sweat and sorrow
Only because of what they follow
Until the land itself becomes hollow.
When will people realize
It's the land that they jeopardize?
Like they're throwing a fated dice
Knowing that it's their own neck that they slice.
March 22, 2023
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