They come to our land to win,
in sin we lived, merry and giddy, man and woman extremely silly.
No thoughts beyond the sky above, until the rivers red,
and many eyes emptied in silos.
Lucifer this must be, no mortal could unleash a pain so free,
So sick, they laughed in their greyish coat,
Smoking our skin, and drinking our gin,
That last night, we danced our fill, till we all sundry fell asleep.
Awoke in terror, sister we must run,
invaded by a clan no defence could prevail,
such feelings felt divorced from cheer,
No stint for tears, the stones the coldness felt.
Run dear sister to the hills above,
I will stand for your career.
Live! you must live for me and you,
for all of us, and for the trees that fall,
remember the wind and air we breathed.
Think me no hero, no sun nor moon,
but a happy folk, my death must be
a song embraced.
Blackest eyes, my killers march near,
the sun gleams on, to display his care.
is it fair, that diamonds are rare?
and only the wicked enjoy her shine.
Yesterday I lived, today I live too
death is not dying, only those who fear dies,
it is fear that kills, hopelessness kills, slavery kills.
Blackest eyes, to me he said, "your last scream
Will raise joy in me".
Blackest eyes and surely the gloomiest eyes, you are but dust to me,
your joy from hence compare not to mine,
I have lived, and what I have lived your sword cannot kill.
For my ways have gone with the wind,
to every youth who for freedom lives,
in them and everywhere, to all that breathes
for liberty there my life shall be.
K.Oni
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