A STRUGGLERS CRY

Would they know our pain?

Only see us laughing

Knowing not it has tears under 

Wishing for a huge harvest 

They so much wish

Only us the strugglers left to wipe 

Wipe the dry river.

Tears of irrigation raining on our Chic's 

Our hearts are eroded with pain

If we could turn the clock back

Our wrong choices we would change

For we long for a free-flowing river

A river full of freedom water

Would they hear our cry?

Our pleas they seem not to understand

All they talk about

Is how better they are than so

In a dilemma we are

How do we choose

And when we do

Tears and worry seem not to cease. 

They always left us in a dilemma

After our hopeful hearts, they tear apart

At no point, they'll feel our pain

For them, our lives are fairy tales

Lies are what they have in their baskets

Even if we died, that's not their business

How will we choose yet they made us voiceless,

Voiceless we are yet we got a voice

The only difference is they forget too first

We made them OUR VOICE

Betrayal is why they serve on our plates

And after liberation

False promises

Fake smiles they give

But in their traps, we still fall.

The innocents are trapped in the cage

And at no point in decision making, we're engaged

Now we're being dragged to the lion's den

The worse part of it is in the flame we walk

Hatred to us innocent they spread

The ripe fruits they've stolen from us

And in our hearts the wounds they keep to create

How I wish to say

We can make the difference

By being wiser and strong-willed

Who am I to lie to

For we can not change 

How they choose their loyalty

Wish they would be loyal to us

But what are wishes to them

We only left to pray for change

Even how many tears we cry

Changing their ways they won't

Spirit of trying long ago died

Coming of Christ is the only hope left alive

For their masters, they serve with loyalty

To us innocents, they luck even dignity

When shall we end this regime?

Or death will be the new beginning?