*** By ALPHA E.Y 1960s, Greater than treaties. We won our freedom But lost our people. Successions of pogroms, Rebirths of riddles. The atmosphere Was fair, Full of promises, Like Noah’s rainbow. On a platter it rippled Yet we lost our people. All gone astray, Wondering in ambition. Lie becomes their prey It gives them satisfaction. They untie snakes and lions And close their gates. Every four years, They work tirelessly, With sweat and tears, I tell you very fiercely, Setting time bombs, While they fly abroad.
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