Stolen Freedom


Feeling down, bound to chains,
I feel sad in this midnight rain.
My freedom robbed away and I'm never getting it back,
Most will be content if they can survive the daily attacks.
My homeland's been torn to shreds
And there's nothing i can do,
'Coz I'm just a child and my parents are helpless too.
My tribe is poor and politicians are corrupt,
Welfare of people is ignored but weapon manufacture is kept up.

If the other is not the same as you, you need to kill,
Killing others is how some people pay their bills.
This logic is flawed and the system is broken,
But innocents cannot do anything except accepting the torment, with their hearts shaken.
I will not give up, I will make a change
But how? No one can say.

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