Like a hurricane,
You cycloned a system
of greed
And battle for good of
your land
All you brawl for,
to keep them in freedom
In the heat of battle
For ‘I perish, I
perish’
You take all stones
and serve the course
I bow to the rareness
of your guts
Serving chunk of your being,
confined to those walls
of hate and aggression
yet not consumed by any
You only look to the
future
and from a distance,
attest to victory.
Though your conscience,
placed on auction
you bid higher and keep
intact
I hail to valor of your
pride
Without option,
your oppressors bow
and without mercy,
Your folks call to hit
Nothing stops your
grace to the top
for option ceases within
reach
Tables turn,
and you hold the sword
yet you shield away
and give your arms for
embrace
I sleet to the splendor
of your soul
Elambo N. Tamanjong
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