From morning
Till evening
The Choice is ours
To turn right or left
Squat down or jump up
Howl against them
Or in subservience submit
To their own whims.
When the common will rots
In a casket of complacency
Then our self-crafted world
Shall put us in a cemetry
Of shattered dreams
And our children's heritage
Will be fear, fear and submission.
They will pray and pray
For the bounties of the land
Instead of thanksgiving
They will prostrate before
Those we have given
A mandate to lead
And If no one cares
To break this chain
This is the shackle that
Will forever tether us to
A limited world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They will pray and pray for the bounties...freedom is calling of course. Beautiful poem on sharing.