I thought I saw Freedom’s face,
But I was caught up in desperation;
What I saw was the façade of a withering, fallen nation.
Rain-drenched trenches marked the borders;
Bloodstained stones lined the roads;
Dreams of hope painted the fields where
Lion hearts had made their homes.
Young and old now lie together in
A sea of what could have been;
Yesterday was soaked in sorrow so
Today’s Tomorrow could be freed.