Eclipse

I want to protest and fight, for my people’s rights
An eclipse of unfair times has sullenly left them darkling
They marvel in unjustified blackness for reasons of this happening

Why weakness grows, famine soars, lack of education roars
Why are they transported into tomorrow by the lacking keenness of which should be a nation’s conjoint hearts
Hearts adjoined by same creation, same elation and same track
A people that should take pride, die for each another
Shelter their neighbor because we’re united, devoted, intended for one other
But a sky of poverty in souls covers their Land
The bamboozled onlookers onto dimness are ascertain they will be left to dry
Like a ground cracked open from absence of rain
My people are depleted from the rain that irrigates their solicitude


Though same flour of root kneads their infinitude
Identical color of tradition runs their habitude
Similar particles of ground withstands their multitude
But the power of fire that is inequality


Beggar’s hands are the competing winners on our streets
Dilapidated by rejection, hunger, defeat
Death is an overpopulated city where lost children to negligence accommodate
We have forbidden ourselves the sensation of being content if we rescued any handicapped of strength Deploringly, my people are still mystified by the persistent darkness and dullness of their incessant eclipse

It hovers ceaselessly
It is the lacerated closeness between my people
The penetrated kindness with blemishes
The budding selfishness into a non heeding flower
My people, my people have prohibited love’s power
Only power, power of this immortal fire
But hope is a waking dream
The sun will battle its way through