Here we are
Still trudging a dingy path
Stretching our necks for a ray of light
We see faintly only the faces of forlorn figures
We hear dimly the voices of weary watchers
Watchin' for promises far-fetched
Searchin' for truth quite sketched
Like one on a quest for true love
In a breathless harvest for pasture clove
But alas, hope is unrequited
Our long wait for freedom is unrecompensed
We've been cheated seventy times seven
We've been whipped silly outta our Haven
Our portion has been sieged by plunderers
Our ration ravaged by pillagers
Thieves have taken over our palaces
Rogues have taken hostage our princes
We've become strangers in our own land
We've become beggars for our heritage fund
Here we are
Still groping on a dingy path
The farther we go, the longer the journey
Every Oasis of hope is a mirage of misery
With omnious despatch our fortune takes flight
It's been a long night, no dawn in sight
Yet we seem complacent in consternation
Deprivation has taught us disinclination
We mind not settling for tossed crumbs
We are fixated with quick fixes
We choose survival over salvation
Here we are
Still roiling in the murk
Faces of forlorn figures
Voices of weary watchers
We mind not settling for tossed crumbs
For the fill of the gullet, we forsake glory
For a morsel in a mo, we barter our birthright
How long shall we continue to clown
In the mound of our foolery
When shall we seize the truth
And light up our hope
When shall our salvation be
Here we are
Still groping on a dingy path
The farther we go, the longer the journey
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