June 21, 2013

"Five Hundred Years"

Five hundred years hibernating
It is finally time to wake up
Before it gets too late
Before there is no room to pray
And to play the same game

Where is your strength?
You are so great
Will you let them deceive you
So easily?
So long being blinded
By those evil clowns
But it is no bread and circus

Five hundred years seems enough
Aren't you tired of the same old jokes?
With your fists way up high
Truth cannot be denied
Truth only we know
Truth only we can claim it

Will you let the future turn into past?
Will you live your dream and let it last?
Do not let them shatter all you have built
With your sweat and bloody hands

Those long five hundred years

1 comment:

Mattias Kroon said...

You summarized the poem very good in the last stanza there.Thanks for a good poem.