Memories Of A Snatched Homeland
MEMORIES OF A SNATCHED HOMELAND
Traverse of The Masses
Over the years, our land has seen,
Rulers so brutal, with blood so mean.
They seized our land by guns and bold
Bullets and armored tanks they rolled
Whipped with bile, as David's son,
No soul smiled, they spared none.
Men, women, children, elders, all,
Afflicted as the army did army install
Millions fell in East's dark night,
Pogrom unstated, a nation’s blight.
Soldiers' boots left an evil mark,
Telling of a war and hearts so dark
And a renewed war, in silent hue,
Cleansing fighters for freedom undue.
Soldiers against soldiers, fight on land,
Army against army had ousting planned
Relief came like victory so sweet,
Torturers and their end must meet.
Fortune, fame, by providence is grace,
They returned joy to our citizen’s face
A former ruler, now in gold portrayed
From felon to a hero, his lot displayed.
He was framed, confined, by false decree,
Yet from raw tyranny was birthed his liberty.
Freedom's sweetness is a great delight,
Beret and baton, gone from our sight.
Our land, once more, in greatness basks,
As gainful works replaced forced tasks.
Days of heroes, blessed with gold,
Streets paved with gems, stories told.
Human greed is like insatiable thirst,
It led in front our downfall and reverse
Old woes forgotten, sky palace we sought,
Four times four years of leisure, we've brought.
As astute patriots built our fortune and gain,
From lessons learned under hardship's reign.
Change, change, change, prayers must ascend,
From men below to gods above, whose ears bend
To hear our pleading for that leader of greatness
When change as our prayer was also our weakness
Deities must send response, when people force
Their hands and will, the gods then did enforce
One leader, astute in creed and charming in form,
Led people astray by his people, into deep storm
All our fortunes lost, hopes betrayed,
All the masses burdened, debts unpaid.
Our prayers met but with disaster's hand,
Capped by a pandemic that beset the land.
Bread we begged, shelter we craved,
Plagued rulers had only misery saved.
Grief also lives where misery must reign
Rotten leaders are the people's bane.
Prayers answered was looters' gain,
They flashed putrid wealth in disdain.
Truly, did we pray for such a plight?
Did we crave ruin in the dark night?
O deceitful deity of torturous reply,
Return our homeland from the sky.
Children seek relief, squalor is deep,
Poor people have no pride to keep.
Will gods answer, or forsake our plea?
In children's prayers, our hope we see.
Copyright ©
Sir Buma
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