Cry,
the beloved country
when #thoughtcrime descends
upon hapless souls
of dejected netizens
and pens drained
of all journalistic bloodline
what the rents the air
are all sounds of dirges
cry the beloved
when you cross that invisible line
standing within the gates of a city in mourning
is it time
to join in the strained dirges
are all sounds of dirges
cry the beloved
when you cross that invisible line
standing within the gates of a city in mourning
is it time
to join in the strained dirges
cry
the beloved country
when security breeds insecurity
and yesterday steals possibilities
of beautiful tomorrows
cry the more
no more
cry
and rise.
© May 2015
