We have come to the turning point
Not to return to the sinking point.
We have wept bitterly over canker of injustice
And moaned gruesomely over inequality.
We the people of this land see justice
In a land where injustice reigns.
Ask why the poor is always poor
And the rich always rich.
In the eyes of Twedeampon we are one
In the eyes of the ancestors we are the same.
Men of character
Baked to different colour.
Why then is the national cake unfairly shared?
Why should inequality meander across the valley of the ordinary?
We all pay taxes
Engage in communal labour.
So where from these seeds of chronic injustice?
Question the leader that he is not up to the task
And your end surely follows.
We have being sting by the wasp of injustice
And have being bitten by fear
To question the elements of injustices.
Is there any contentment in the kingdom of injustice?
Can we make unsalient points to justify what is justifiable?
I guess no!
But why all these chronic injustice?
All fingers are not the same
Yet all must be treated the same.
I am torn apart by this hellish called injustice
I am tormented by this disease called injustice.
I fear to question whoever
Is behind this evil call injustice
Else I visit my early grave.