INJURY OF OUR FURY
I sorrow deep down my marrow
For if this line we follow
Our tomorrow may be in sorrow.
Our gory eyes tell a sorry story
Our worried heart is embalmed in fury
For our jury see nothing of worry in our story.
Our flag should wear a tear
For our girls remain in tears
Confirming my utmost fears
Our tongue shall sing no songs
The throng shall beat dirge gongs
For sorrow is the air in my lungs.
Our green has turned red
Our grin has gone dead
Our soil is soaked in the oil of sorrow
Our toil for joy is foiled by the leaders we follow.
Let the cry spread, the led are being bled to death by their heads
For how long will this bell of wrong be rung?
For how long will our lungs be filled with the air of fury?
The jury has failed in their duty and what lies in our heart is the injury of our unexpressed fury.