On this day of beginnings

On this day of beginnings

The sky is bright, the banners fly,
And all around the voice cry
Of joy , salvation, “Liberty!”
Hearts riding on the energy
Of crowds so vast, released at last
From the oppressors’ tyranny.

Parading down the great wide roads,
With barely room to stand on toes,
Music visible in the air,
As the nation cheers that life is fair,
Wrongs are made right, there is still light
If only minds will dream and dare.

So shout for joy! The slate is clean!
Destiny, at last, is seen!
From now, not tyrants but to friends,
Hear the word this people sends:
“Our nation’s call is peace to all,
On this day of beginnings, not of ends!”

The sky is bright, the vultures fly,
And none will hear their gleeful cry.
They feed on corpses grimly shaped,
Tortured. Mutilated. Raped.
Murdered mother, slaughtered brother,
What tyranny have they escaped?

Prowling down the dusty roads,
No choice but to walk upon the toes
Of the innocently slain
This genocide without a name,
Released in rage on History’s page
Now covered by a crimson stain.

But shout for joy! The slate is clean!
Destiny, at last, is seen!
Forget the discord, cheer with friends,
Join as the world at large pretends
They’re cries of cheer, not screams of fear,
On this day of beginnings, not of ends.