I see a flicker of hope
tainted with clouds of darkness
but I also see stars emerging in a country
so rich, yet so poor.
The season is bright
when the time is right
and when the trumpet sounds
in unison, we will walk our talk.
For years, we have been gagged
suppressed and bewitched
now the spell is doused
as we inhale
a breath of fresh air.
The dark days are lifted and a brand new life of 'a breath of fresh air, ' has just begun!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Good poem, enjoyed reading. The dark days come to their logical end, when the light of Truth shines on them.