The silence of suffering ever grows so dark,
Within this journey so bleak to embark.
Tongues go dry, hearts beat faster,
Only bright new future do they want to render.
Lots of pain and lots of suffering,
Lots of blood and lots of butchering,
Does the creator let flow while creating.
We are mere pawns on this board of chess,
But the rules are different for the crown we aspire to caress.
Though life is but a shade of black, white and grey,
Even in turmoil to be at peace is what we pray.
In the face of dire adversity ,
Does life show its tenacity.
A country full of young blood shall shout
At the silence that grows ever so devout.