Winds, they are
changing;
The time has come
For the salvation
Of this beloved
land called home.
History, they say,
Repeats itself
every day;
In every form and
every way;
And we can’t stop
it, come what May.
Gather your men
and we shall march.
For our independence,
we shall charge!
From a colony to an
independent nation,
From tyranny to a
voting station.
That which wasn’t
clean nor fair before
Shall be
repudiated to the core.
So it went in days
of yore,
So it goes in folklore.
How one side held
on for far too long
And in its grasp,
the people suffered.
Then people
united, proud and strong,
Against an entity,
and peace was offered.
Allow me now this
question;
When reading that
story,
What did you think
it was about?
If you’re thinking
of this election, I’m sorry.
I merely wrote
about how
A country gained
its independence.
From unfairness
and segregation to penance;
Onto the iconic
MERDEKA that we know now.
Back then as it is
now, one power held on too long.
Perhaps, it’s time
for a different song.
One that rings as
hallowed as MERDEKA or UBAH.
Even along the
lines of INI KALILAH.
I remember a time
When people fought
together and not each other
When unity wasn’t
about one’s race, religion or colour.
When freedom and
love for country was in every rhyme.
Winds, they are
changing;
The time has come;
The drums are
beating;
For this beloved
land called home.
