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DISCORD IN OUR CORD

DISCORD IN OUR CORD

On this day 1960, our freedom became free;
Our rights became encapsulated, rights reserved.
In sorrow we laugh; in poverty we ravel
Of whose opinion was this idea; whose idea was this coined?
Our well arranged room is visibly scattered,
Box of books shattered; shelves lack notable stands.
Yet, trolls of woes made in alarming tones
...
This is our nation, like strangers we live therein.
In our fathers land we were proclaimed bastards.
Our rights dwindling as brain deteriorates.
Yet! Giants we boast we are; of great intellects we suppose,
Bopping on foreign materials as our sole hope.
We're arm-ful, yet arm-less with vain-ful hope
Like daunted sodiers in repeated failed wars
...
Independence we celebrate; in-dependant we wallow.
Like withering flower we derail; dryness obvious.
A day to bulge woes; a day to celebrate.
A day to ponder, meditate; to savage fresh fruits.
Emerged a fixed day for undefined chaos,
All in the name of freedom; we wrapped our fates.
Fraying so quickly at the seams;
...
Perhaps! Brothers we are; like strangers we relate,
Erratically, our attitudes toward this assumes.
Our fathers long saw this; doubtless facts.
Today, with its emergence, surprise we not.
This is all we've got to rejoice about.
This is how we vowed to celebrate 57th edition of this.
Happy independence day siblings.

©Tex (2017)

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