Our hearts desire peace,
Our yearning for unity,
Our thirst for change,
Yet answers elude us, cease.
We cannot rejoice,
While the black bull still holds sway,
Our voices united, we raise,
For justice and a brighter day.
My son, lost in that demonstration,
Taken from me, my precious one,
His voice silenced, a tragic summation,
By brutal murders, his life undone.
Listen to my plea,
My only brother, too, now gone,
To lands of the dead, forced to flee,
By inhumane officers who were so wrong.
They obeyed His Excellency\'s orders,
To quell innocent voices, they sought,
Eliminating those who dared be supporters,
Of their rights, they were brutally caught.
The cost of living, like evening winds, rose,
Leaving us struggling, our pain exposed.
My fellow mourners, hear my cry,
My only daughter, just a teenager,
Taken from me, no chance to say goodbye,
Her future stolen, her life a wager.
Only five years old, so tender,
She sang for peace, a hopeful render,
Yet they shot her brutally, no defender,
Leaving her mother\'s heart torn asunder.