War of independence,
Seen through it's eyes.
That sees no transformation,
All in the name of change.
They change for the post of power that never satisfies them.
The war of independence is war of death!
Lasted with several years with thousand souls, dead.
Dusted and forgotten.
Women and children,
Expecting genuine freedom from colonial rule!
The independence they promised was not real, ungranted.
Everyone was hungry to sit by the side of the power pot!
The rich were getting richer and the poor, poorer.
We were made as a stepping stones for the colonial masters.
Those days and still now.
Independence turned out to be opposite,
Corruption and injustice.
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PoetryPoetry, Another fruit from the tree of literature. WRITTEN BY Madinah Jolaade Abdul Poet and novelist. @Madinah_Writes Poetry is literature that evokes a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience or a specific emotional response through lang...
