There is too much darkness in the land
There is too much blood on our hands
Too much pain, sorrow and desolation
Deep divides widening the separations
There is too much waste in midst of deprivation
There is so much rumblings from too many an
Empty stomach
So much yet so little
Gnawing pains breaking through Barriers
So much blood crying out for justice
So much of our land swallowing our future
Slide into ignoble sickening culture
Stirrings of agitations sounding mutedly
So much chaos in silence
So much guts in insolence
Standing defiantly against pain
Finally, the choice to gain!
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