I am stranded unable to walk, talk or speak
I say speak in a language I know
because I have failed to run after air
given the years I am spoiled of the generosity.
We have assumed luck on our side
the world is limitless and beyond our understanding
there is nothing that I can\'t access and am feeling
the weight of the world on my shoulder
who can save me from my prison
I haven\'t seen the light of day or the moon ahead
I have tried to laugh but all is not what it seems.
How long should we wait to gain access to our loved ones?
We can\'t gather to give political speeches and our lot
has denied us our livelihood, honour and respect
we have searched at the hilltops but we are condemned
to have sleepless nights and restless years.
The years have surpassed us and we can\'t get hold of them
We haven\'t come across any compassion and sympathy
I am ruined and marooned on a deserted island I call home
there you will find peace, tranquility and liberty
there is no need of money exchanges and there is rest
My son has brought misery in the land and lived but
for a time, punishment has no power and lies are
a sign of weakness that profoundly deny the truth
the truth is not a compensation for lies and they have lied
and disguised their weakness to reserve good honours
on their crown of pearls and they have feasted forgetting
the war and all imprisoned under your name and mercy
it is a war of words that generate strife and civil war.
We are not comforted by our wine and food, gluttons we are;
together we have found a place we call paradise.