Ours is a protracted year of service… Parcelled and distributed,
then abandoned in wretched areas of the earth the devil tempts us;
tempts our innateness for survival just to prove our president’s boast hearts committed to nothing
minds bleeding to death suckling babies hounded away from their mothers’ breasts
and abandoned to die in the cold night but failing, no,
refusing to die from the dictator’s drones survival is the name of the game living, no,
barely surviving on dribs and drabs all in the name of service
while the henchmen of folly sing discordant tunes of loyalty of serving one’s nation to death
they themselves are the very antithesis of their warped doctrines
we are called to salvage the nation while for them, they banish the ‘L’ in salvage
then teach us slogans that will deliver us to the hangman’s noose
hordes of flies led on by lords of the flies
mosquitoes gigantic feeding fat on naked flesh haunting melodies of disservice
memorable frogs from nowhere jumping to the Jericho of our dreams
unholy stench flooding innocent noses rumours of war and realities of death
finding their way into our ears haunting melodies of disservice
the mandatory year now ended my country gained nothing;
her servants lost everything: (haunting melodies of disservice)
they now try to gather the scattered pieces of their once-balanced lives
then attempt to start again with hearts discouraged to death
tomorrow will be another day of service: let the strong the patriotic the wise beware!
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