Poetry In Motion

Along the streets..., we run
Chased by our fears..., we run
Seeing our end coming..., we run
Slaved by their injustice..., we run
Betrayed by our elders...,  we run

Our hands tied from behind
They whipped us, they inflicted pain to conquer this mind
We slaved in day, and sorrowed when the moon was light
The fountain of our tears now has run dry
we cry no more....,

freedom and peace, they have killed by their democracy
justice for all buried forever in the dark tomb of politics
Patriotism is the fightings they cause among the youths brainwashed by their slogans
to appease their insatiable hunger for power and delusions of grandeur..,
Now the wise and the able in fear brave to run
For all that avails is flight

They cannot be fought
They are power, they lose not
They run the race and they determine the mark
They speak to be listened and are heard by us
They walk in plain, not their good talk

In the court of justice, innocent themselves they judge
They kill fathers with a bullet, youths they blind their sight
When they dance in merry, they kill the young with hunger
With fear to mothers, a nation they have subdued 
And now out of bravery we seek our escape
For all that avails is flight