In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

56 Our Tomorrow For going against the regime, The price was costly: hands, eyes, lives, But on we forged. I found out not all fought Others looked on from The distance and went on with their lives. Yet true gladiators, we encountered bullets, Grenades, with our wills for better days. The price was high indeed: State of emergency, abusive Soldiers abandoned by the Government to rot – All we had, nothing more Given my people, others Rewarded for not fighting Against the corrupt regime. We forged on bravely, The true warriors we are. They said we brought it on ourselves. What betrayal: The rising gas prices, Rising tuition, falling health standards Capsized salaries our lot alone? When we abandoned ship For fruity shores They blamed us for abandoning A national cause, A cause for which we had been 57 Fighting alone—remember? This confusion, this apathy! My people wake up – a Broom is stronger than one broom stick. It is our tomorrow, not mine alone, That is at stake here. ...

Share