Those Years, Condemned

Lyrics for Those Years, Condemned

“March on, chosen sons, freedom calls for us” Sang loud those refrains, that greatness Dwelled within our lungs and flowed through our veins A feeble mind, susceptible to all that it was granted Kinship was promised, realised Oh how the joy spilled from my eyes Would I wring the blood from my heart To drown but one foe (Oh how it feels, oh how it seems, so surreal) The joy that spilled from my eyes (“March on, chosen sons; freedom calls for us”) Those years condemned by history still linger on inside of me I feel it was all a dream, yet my eyes were open Did I once loathe those who would act with love? The peal of our thunder, the crash of our waves Once I was part of that chorus With fervour I spit out my hatred and shame But my eyes remain dry; their orders were “do not cry” Of all the good they took from us The worst of all: our pity If power lies in verse Does once a hunger turn to horror? I boarded the ship in cheerfulness Gone are those happy hours I was born I was blessed There was God I was wrong I was wronged