Helpless People

We will rise With surprise From the grave To offer or give We can not be suppressed Or for longer can be suppressed We shall emerge as successful Even though we feel shameful Streets have become bloodier Nobody is feeling happier People still fail to realize Whole continent is wrongly seized Peace process is threatened Even though the doors are opened It may show us golden sun Freedom may ultimately be won Population is caught between cross fire People throw abuses and satire We are where we were years ago It has still long way to go We are neither in captivity Not in condition with hospitality It is situation that can be called “in turmoil” Outside forces may try to fail International opinion is in favor Yet local people prefer dishonor Fight among for exerting influence Thus loose the golden opportunity and chance