The Pyre

Carry they grudges like old traditions
As our politicians wrestle with our present
Open up their beginnings with marks of shame
In echo the words of reconciliation but actions
Different, as like old times, of fight and anger
As they move us around, as they hurl us into air

Carry they us the nation like unwanted gift
Away in the corner, deprived of light
Walks in the old devotion to feudalism
From ignorance comes only ignorance
Enough we hear and enough we see
But they don’t, they never will
As they throw us in the pyre of indifference

Long time it has been since the day
And yet the only signs are of incompetence
Blame we will our past, blame we will all
Asleep in their protection and in their beliefs
Concepts of change, revolution and promise
As they move us around, as they hurl us into air
As this pyre burns, and we watch in silence
It’s not our fate and destiny we could blame
It’s us the nation, me and you, weak and fearful!

Kashkin