They cry a cry, the haunting one
A cry that is not a cry of a baby
Mine is the cry for justice.
Their cry is for the compromised agreement.
Abortion and postponement of the struggle
Of the People of our Land.
Buried bodies are turning, deceased corpses are mourning.
They refuse to rest whilst their country is not free.
Trenches are filled with betrayed souls
Yet we rejoice free- doom.
What is democracy without freedom and justice?
Hush child!! My mother land will be free.
This is mere postponement or delayel of the struggle.
Termination will come in the form of execution and fighting.
I also agree that “Not yet Uhuru”
The freedom child, so motherless like the Hundi
Will one day be parented?
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