Those Years, Condemned

March on, chosen sons, freedom calls for us Sang loud those refrains, that greatness Dwelled within our lungs and flowed through our veins A feeble mind, (Susceptible to) all that it was granted Kinship was promised (Realised) Oh, how the joy spilled (From my eyes) Would I wring the blood from my heart To drown but one foe Oh, how it feels (How it seems so surreal) The joy that spilled from my eyes March on (Those years condemned) Chosen sons (By history) Freedom (Still linger on) Calls for us (Inside of me) I feel it was all a dream Yet my eyes were open Did I once loathe Those who would act with love? (The peal of our thunder, the crash of our waves) Once I was part of that chorus With fervour I spit out my hatred and shame (But my eyes remain dry, their orders were "Do not cry") Of all the good they took from us The worst of all: our pity If power lies in verse Does once a hunger turn to horror? I boarded the ship in cheerfulness Gone are those happy hours I was born I was blessed There was God I was wrong I was wronged