Twenty-five

Part Two

The Cannibals

(1970's and 1980's)

' The men, happy men, full of kindly faces,

happy for the child, good for the mother,

the good heart; the true friends.

That love the place of the old.

Then their born to them, the cannibals

Suddenly everything turns sour

And falls apart'

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The guns had gone silent

Many on the runaway

The scar of the many lives lost were healing

But slowly

And who knows when

Much blood had been spilled

The blood of many

Who could have been crying or smiling

Looking into our eyes

Looking into our faces

If they are here with us

From the men who carried guns

And wears the garment too strong to be torn apart

To the defensive who carried arrow

To save their life

Through them

Blood had been lost to save more souls

Souls of our children and children's children.

We have been enslaved

We have been killed

We have been made to see agony

In our souls, blood and spirit

We know that the time that lies ahead

Better days and years

Would drag by and then our wounds will heal

We are happy to find a whole new order for ourselves

And our children

And children's children

A new government ,

A new face of change

A new administration

Built on confidence

And trust

And will power

And love

Perfect love.

We have been prepared for this day

We have learned from time

The big lessons

We are happy

We are prepared to breath

The air of liberty again

History starts today for us all

Our children

Many yet unborn

The great and small.

Never to say the least

The new world is here

When people would be judged

By their strength of character and usefulness

And not their color, tongue and tribe

An era had ended

Now to begin with a common sense

And we are on a step

To the new order

The new system.

We are...….

Which way?

History is on the move.

Then the second

Our mind,

Just as we are slowly learning from the best stock of our memories

We have our own minds

We have our own future

We have our own way

Far better than anything to be imagined

We acted cowardly

We sold our mind

We sold our consciences

The souls of our children

And our land

To the world

And accepted primitive civilization

And learned to posses

Disgusting things

And quietly

We played anarchy