Miscarriage of freedom

There is nothing to show
After all the bloodshed and injuries
There is nothing to celebrate
After all the heroes became zeros
Our legacy of shame
And freedom that never was

We took over power but remain without power
We took our land yet we are still scratching on the sand
Butchered and burnt alive in foreign lands
Vending and hawking on the streets of our land
Poverty and hunger to our children we hand over
Bread and butter our children ponder
Our prospering poverty
And the empowerment that never was

There is nothing to eat
After we took all of our land
There is nothing to celebrate
After ministers grabbed all the fertile lands
Our so called leaders
Giving us laden with inequity

They enter the corridors of power not by the door
And stay in power everlastingly and forever
They claim good shepherds they are
Yet their flock follow them not
Our legacy of shame
And the reign of ruins

Indeed there something to regret
After all the way from freedom
Because there is something to hide
After all the rigging and corruption
Indeed there is every reason to cry
After all the education in vain and unemployment pain
Because of all the policies to police
After all there is really nothing to show
Indeed there is nothing to celebrate

Our liberty of shame
And the freedom that never was

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