• phinaoma 6w

    Power marred us

    ©phinaoma
    Our land once flowed with milk and honey
    But now it flows with blood and skulls
    And the blood cries out for help
    The innocent soul yearns for justice and peace
    Their loved ones sober in lost.

    Our land once jiggles in happiness and peace
    But now we live in sadness and fear
    And our prayers cries out to heaven
    Our only hope for survival
    When power has marred us
    Making us fragile and cold

    The voice of the people shouts out to God
    And certainly he would respond
    Our land will come out new
    And justice will prevail ✊