An immernse tumult
A protracted clamour
And pouring out of inconsolable hearts
the vehement verocification still falls unto deaf ears
...
For i made a vow
And I swore by death
to be loyal to the royal;
ruthless to the powerless
...
Unheard
An immernse tumult
A protracted clamour
And pouring out of inconsolable hearts
the vehement verocification still falls unto deaf ears
Anguish and agony
become a quotidian recurrence
Optimism and hope gradually thwart
as the induction of excruciating pain
seems to be expedited by a heart impoverished of its empathy
The potent still stand firm to object
living hell in their motherland.
Vortexes of wanton crowds mushroom,
blathering incoherent and extravagant utterances
in a bid to have liberty
A bid to stop being their brothers' colonial subjects;
the consequences are still the same,
a non-democratic 'democratic' state
they still suffer the wrath of their blood brothers' whip,
the majority is overlooked,
their views rendered inconsequential,
their voices are unheard