Wretches born with ropes
Around our necks
The lavish whips of our oppressors
Abundant tears for the race;
Of the unlucky
Sad generation with beautiful pictures
The falsehood of our lives
We suffer ,
Yet we continue to laugh
Our anger , righteous anger
We claim
Only capable of pity
Not capable
Of shedding our burden
Daily is the battle we fight
To resist our homeland
A nightmare of anguish
@Fire Lily