Singing the song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!
- from the musical "Les Miserables"
The shadows of our dark past are back, lingering in the treacherous halls of power
and glory where valiant men and heroes once tread, and they're feeding on our
indifference, on our deliberate ignorance, and hypocrisy.
Now the once glorious days are turning grey,
the Parasites are bloated,
the people are lost in dementia and deprivation.
The poor calls on the names of mere men who reek of deceit and malice.
The youth are living in the barren lands of frivolity, entertainment,
clinging on the icons of half-breed harlots and foreign princes.
The 110 fools are poised to establish their petty little realms.
The Whore, the Abominable Lady from the ashes, is rejuvenated, hailed as queen
and blessed by our own people, as they spit on the tombs of our martyrs
and heroes, and Her spawn and sycophants bask in the graces of the Lord of the Land.
The usurpers have grown in glory, strength, and power.
They shine ever more in their coats of gold and silver, casting veils of shadows all
over the earth, and skies, and waters.
And you smell not the decaying soil.
You hear not the rumors and moans of the souls who wrestle underneath.
You taste not the bitterness of terror and falsehoods.
You feel not the numbing cold of betrayal.
You see not the deep blackness of the shadows.
27 winters have passed. It's still cold. Our battle song of then is still our battle
song today. Some have faltered. Some chose to forget.
But there are some who still sing the song of our fathers. Do you hear them sing?
And they will sing lest we forget.