HAPPY IN-DEPENDENCE

‎Ha ha  ha
‎My laughter erupts from within, 
‎Celebrating another in a country that has forgotten its own definition. 
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‎Our teachers taught us: 
‎“A country is a geographical area, surrounded by boundaries, governed by a system.” 
‎But now? We’ve lost our boundary, 
‎Lost our government, 
‎And unity is a myth we only read in books. 
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‎We’re trapped in the shackles of modern-day slavery. 
‎I used to think we were independent… 
‎But we depend. 
‎Living like slaves in a nation we were raised to love. 
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‎over 60?, over 60 years of so-called growth, 
‎i’ve even lost count of the numbers
‎Yet people suffer, people die 
‎And you expect a parade?
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‎We’re mimicking the slavery that once bound us, 
‎Only this time, we’ve chosen the chains. 
‎The rich keep getting richer. 
‎And the poor? 
‎They have no hope. 
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‎I feel the pain in this national “celebration,” 
‎I wish I could write my heart cry in erasable ink, 
‎So I could erase what we’ve lived because this isn’t life, 
‎Not the one the Creator promised us.
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‎The ones we appointed? 
‎Driving us to doom. 
‎But I…..i… I didn’t choose them. 
‎I wasn’t among we were not a party to it .
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‎Now we’re on tracks of corruption, 
‎On roads paved with embezzlement. 
‎Breaking this already broken world further
‎What will we show the generations to come? 
‎I am ashamed for us.
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‎Children. 
‎Men. 
‎Women. 
‎Our rants are now chants. 
‎They carry the tune of sorrow, hunger, shame, and pain. 
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‎We live like choir ministers in a call and response: 
‎They call for power, wealth, and oppression 
‎We respond with war, agony, fear… and too often, death. 
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‎Their silence becomes forever
‎Six feet deep into the land they once swore to serve. 
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‎As for me? 
‎I’m tired. 
‎My patience, gone. 
‎Our mother’s land
‎Broken, shattered… the puzzle too scattered to fix. 
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‎So no, 
‎I will not say “Happy Independence.”
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‎Instead, I fall on my knees and pray: 
‎That our story be re-written. 
‎That light finds its way back to us. 
‎That we see a change.
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‎HAPPY inDEPENDENCE.
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