Our Story

They appeared with high voice The gods and the saviours, Distributors of either democracy or development And asked: You need food and clothing Or freedom of speech We were in a fix We had to keep silent We were too poor to raise our voice We were in want of bread and butter We lived on hand to mouth We were boneless and backboneless Our silence choose the second option Then development replaced democracy Dispotism replaced democracy We lost our voice and bowels Hope and dreams In all sense, we remained the poorer