The very fabric
Of this nation,
Torn!torn before sewn.
Yes!this multicoloured fabric!
This nation died,
Right before it was born,
Crippled right before it won
The right to walk like a prepared bride!
We were once one,
United as one nation,
Living in tranquility mansion.
Dependent on each other as trigger to gun
Now we are,
History buried in a future
And like words in Biblical scripture
We have really gone;
But not gone more than a step far!
A step far,
Far right back to our beginning,
To where we first learnt to row on sand!
“when the religious and ethnic wars began, we moved from the trail of our present into the pit of the past”