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‘Tis been a season dear master Since we took up our arms Abandoned our farms And joined your charter For your words were heavy Finding our minds weary Of the injustice and wrong The singing of same song We thought to slay a few For then you had a better view ‘Tis been a season oh warrior Since our bled-out souls Gave up our goals In pursuit of your honour For your face was aflame Ready to eradicate our shame Blotting out the grave insanity The dissipation and depravity We thought to torch a few… Continue

Can I please take a moment to complain? For the child in the streets groaning in pain Will, zeal and choice of a man?! And for he born without an arm Will, zeal and pleasure of whom? I see they; some, that rose above the gloom Above the curse to the shame of me Pessimist; too blind to ever see - Beyond the millions dying deprived My mind muddled without disguise For this once Lord, permit me ask “why?” Though I know thy ways do not lie But I wander amid death, shame, sorrow Not to cease now or… Continue