The Tale of Woes

I was a land once full of abundance and grace Where trees stayed wet, waters flowed free and sunshine stayed in its place I was fertile and my breeze was sweet A heaven for dreamer, a place to sit Hmm, tale of woes. I was then a vibrant hues Where feasting was normal and dreams come true My body was blue, my eyes was light Beconing to sight in the darkest night My face was bright, my heart was pure Hope to the Hopeless, a place to enjoy Oh, tales of woes. My mountain stood still, like a sentinel of old I kept secrets yet to be told I was a keeper of wisdom of stories not yet told I was beyond a land, I was a healer,who soothes the soul Oh, tale of woes. Oh, the beautiful nature of me was a treasure rare I was a gift to be cherished, a treasure beyond compare I was so honored, a wonder to share I hope my beauty is being preserve for generations to inherit and share Oh tale of woes Now I become a land of corruption and greed I become where the powerful personalities feed on the weak Their lasting cry sound through the wall of power Turning the meek to prey to devour Tale of woes I become the abode of iniquity and strive Where weight of oppression reign in life Where the rate of poverty and hunger increase in everyday life Their sound goes round the street cutting short lives Tale of woes The authoritarians are obsessed with their power Turning themselves to being that are immortal Their power sweet taste like a siren's call Beconing on the carrier's soul recall Oh, tale of woes Now, I am a place where abundance belong to the rich, nothing belong to the poor A land that favour the scornful and despise the pure A land ruled with bravery and power Where inequality, power obsession and pride showers Tale of woes The weight of their power sound through the night Challenging the hatred of the dark and the endless fight Their tale of censorship, the story on ground A testament of hatred that is not planned Hmmm, tale of woes Their story of repression have been since old The tales struggles once told Of story of resilience, the story of new and old The story of the dark requiring a spark to hold Oh, tale of woes. I am now an abode of unequal shares Where those in power have all the cares I am a place where I have and I have not resides A place where class discrimination resides Tale of woes The scent of corruption moves through the night As the conveyor of power celebrate in their endless delight I am a forest where bandit are strong and supreme And the voice of the oppressed thick and grim Tale of woes Unemployment is a ghost that gives a persistent fear The search for work becomes a desperate tear Crime rate soars, spreading like a wildfire Spreading across the street like a busted dam Oh, tale of woes Resources flows like a river behind the dam Leaving the week in hunger , cold and calm Inflation moves quietly like a searching ghost Affecting the less privilege, invading their coast Tale of woes The fear mongers hunt for power like a hawk on the pawl And sqeezing the poor like cloth in a bowl They reach for authority like a plant stretching for the sky In search for means to be placed on high Hmmm, tale of woes Oh, such a poison that courses through the veins A madness that drives, easier to kill and say no to vane A seducing spirit very slow to embrace A corruption that sweeps into the space Tale of woes Now I become a land of despair and fear Where the supreme beings feeds on the week that hear And the same time sound of resilience try to rise up Silently screaming why, why and why Tale of woes On me has risen two voices One echoing for oppression while the other echoes for better life One voice growls in darkness, it eyes gleams fright It feeds on fear and shadows and strive in endless night The voice of power and control for ruling and sway Calling to surrender and to obey Other voice rises like a sound of a gentle breeze Whispering hope, freedom and battle free Calling for equality and strife free A call of hope and freedom from oppression, when will we be free? Tale of woes Saying in the midst of thick claud a gleam of light remains Gleaming hope to heart , a lamb that still sustain The voice of love whose refuge one can stay Voting against hate, in search for a better way In the midst of harshness and steal They struggle so hard to make things real They strive in a land of hot and cold Because to survive, they must be bold Hmm, tale of woes With all the cries, their voices are not heard Leaving them in dark, as if the future is dead The conveyor of power turned their deaf hears Turning poverty to a cross the less privilege has to bear Hmmm, tale of woes They turn a land to enjoy to a land to endure Where the hopeless are hopefully hoping on the future that is not sure Easing their worries on what they considered to be false For survival in the land is taken by force Oh, tales of woes. For power and greed they closed their ears To the masses, to the people, the sound is not clear And so, the struggles continues, day-to-day People demanding to be heard, has no say Tale of woes Their refusal to listen, a betrayal A slap in the face , kick in the gut, a cruel fate The people's trust shattered and broken The conveyor of power turned a blind heart , so their heart remains unspoken. Tale of woes The pocket remains empty, the plates remains bare Constant belly ache, tomorrow remains unsure Their dreams are crushed, their spirit are won By the weight of their world, they are down Tale of woes Infrastructure decays, education promise remains unfulfilled Despite reaches beneath their feet, the people struggles build Their full potential, their dreams and aspirations When will this suffering end and lay prosperity's foundation Their cries of help, plead for change falls on a deaf hears But they hold on still, through laughter and tears Let the dream of the children be loud and clear Let the people’s voices be heard, fear will disappear