FREEDOM CRY
The river wanders free
Birds from tree to tree
More whispers, less song
Oh freedom! Hear our cries!
Our expectant petitions
Echoing across the harsh desert
We came, we fought, and we bled
Millions lied, were lied to
We cried, were fried in our own lies
Many have unjustly died
We could shed rivers of tears
Or eat each other alive in vengeance
Not a single soul trusts another anymore
As more lies come with the winds
We are paranoid and traumatized
They split our tongues
Like that of a Cobra
Now we speak in division
As we slumber on sleepless pillows
We are trapped in a chainless bondage
Fate glares with its grotesquely veiled face
Silhouetted on a mosaic of malice and mischief
Preying on our deficient position
Only the sympathetic yellow moon
Smiles consolingly, empathetically
Peeping through the clouds on the night sky
Smiling at Annaba and Cape Town
Smiling at Alula and Dakar
When will we have the freedom
To return her gay smile?
The river wanders free
Birds from tree to tree
More whispers, less song
Oh freedom! Hear our cries!
Our expectant petitions
Echoing across the harsh desert
We came, we fought, and we bled
Millions lied, were lied to
We cried, were fried in our own lies
Many have unjustly died
We could shed rivers of tears
Or eat each other alive in vengeance
Not a single soul trusts another anymore
As more lies come with the winds
We are paranoid and traumatized
They split our tongues
Like that of a Cobra
Now we speak in division
As we slumber on sleepless pillows
We are trapped in a chainless bondage
Fate glares with its grotesquely veiled face
Silhouetted on a mosaic of malice and mischief
Preying on our deficient position
Only the sympathetic yellow moon
Smiles consolingly, empathetically
Peeping through the clouds on the night sky
Smiling at Annaba and Cape Town
Smiling at Alula and Dakar
When will we have the freedom
To return her gay smile?
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