Day 140: Congo — Children Torn from

We the children are the seeds born of Chaos
We are the children of the infected, the poor, the forgotten
We the children are the victims of Chaos
We are the children carrying the infectious, starved by this
wretched poverty
We the children are your endless memories

We the freedom fighters are the seeds of your dreams
We the freedom fighters are the fertilization, the pollination
We are the freedom fighters falling victims to your dreams
We the freedom fighters having lost our way in this your
nightmare
We the freedom fighters are your last stand

But we are
Holding on because soon we’ll all be coming home
Holding on because soon won’t be long
Holding on because we’re almost there
In the meantime keep playing
our freedom song
Cause we’ll all need to be strong

We the emancipated no longer enslaved to your claims
We the emancipated no longer educated by your games
We the emancipated fighting no more, dying no more
We the emancipated laying down our weaponry, our malice,
forgiving your treachery
We the emancipated here to begin anew

But we are
Holding on because soon we’ll all be coming home
Holding on because soon won’t be long
Holding on because we’re almost there
In the meantime keep playing
our freedom song
Cause we’ll all need to be strong

@Anthony2017mdh30Vibes

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