Those who built this foundation,
Dreamt of a greater nation.
Those whose soul drifted with the war,
Died in the struggle without getting ashore.
The independence from the Brits,
The civil war had crumpled people’s spirits,
On the verge for peaceful co-existence.
Forty something years gone
The dreams remained buried alive,
The messages passed across the air,
Is of hopelessness and oppression.
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