A I M A S I K O…??

Sunrise and sunsets
Rainfalls and raindrops
On and on they go
How long shall we wait

Political lies, polished truths
A cycle that never ends
On and on they go
How long shall we wait

"The labour of our Heroes past
Shall never be in vain"
On and on they go
How long shall we wait

The young grow Old
The Old go down
On and on they go
How long shall we wait

Shall our eyes go dark
In Old age
Shall our bones stricken
From promises made

Shall our kindreds succumb
To endless bondage
Poverty chains
In disguise

Shall we also go down
To dust
Believing in a change
Our Fathers told us

How long then
Shall we wait
Till our eyes
Behold the glory of a "better tomorrow"…
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