As this old year draws slowly to its close
Unlike the phoenix which from ashes rose
May pass without a hint of shadow kind
To leave its taste of bitterness behind !
As this old year draws slowly to its close
Unlike the phoenix which from ashes rose
May pass without a hint of shadow kind
To leave its taste of bitterness behind !
The truth seems to be put aside
Else fears and lies will soon collide
For who can know the depth of this
Its people caught in self-abyss ?
One wonders why deceit is king
When honesty heals everything
How can it be blindness prevails
While all our ships hoist tattered sails ?
Do you recall those summer days that used to be
When all we did was play beside the sand and sea,
No thought or care to question our security
And whether freedom’s virtues were no longer free,
What’s caused all this, I do not know or cannot see
Who is it now that schemes to curb our liberty?