.
our face goes crimson,
Red as scarlet you may say,
We are criminals in a prison
Waiting for our judgment day
.
Poverty smote the corners of our heart
We lived in penury,
We became as a wandering hart
Which find no pasture to squat
Let’s rise to our feet
And put an end to our defeat
.
we were tossed about like a die
we left life’s track and became a victim to the tormentor
who took our life as a means of tour
let’s stand to our feet
and put an end to our defeat
.
we were in the darkest hour of our days
Dark ugly wrinkles formed on our elongated face
our bones and marrow frail
who knows, our bodies and heart too may soon fail
let’s wake up to our feet
and put an end to our defeat
.
let’s answer this call
which I have put to you all
strain your ears to the clocks chyme
and get ready for battle on time.
.
©Modestking



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