Uncounted Years of Pain and Pain

Uncounted years of pain and pain…
Again and again through a maze
As the enemy’s victory remains yet again
Whilst heroes they count on, in silence they remain.
​Uncounted years of pain and pain…
Through dawns which beckon their constant slain
Pleading cries to no avail
A prayer to be free remains in vain.
​Uncounted years of pain and pain…
Like an endless falling of acid rain
As their skin are tarnished by foreign reign
In their very own soil, they will never gain.

​Uncounted years of pain and pain…
Like an endless falling of acid rain
As their skin are tarnished by foreign reign
In their very own soil, they will never gain.

 Uncounted years of pain and pain…
Of a father whose son was shot in vain
A mother whose daughter was raped to death;
A child whose future hangs loosely over a grave

Uncounted years of pain and pain…
Like an endless falling of acid rain
As their skin are tarnished by foreign reign
In their very own soil, they will never gain.

 Uncounted years of pain and pain…
Of a father whose son was shot in vain
A mother whose daughter was raped to death;
A child whose future hangs loosely over a grave

​Uncounted years of pain and pain…
As we sleep in comfort, they remain awake
We ‘stroll’ down a road, they walk in haste
Our daily jolly, they never taste

Uncounted years of pain and pain…
Constant torture and ongoing rape
Yet prolonged quest for “facts” remain;
Blood shed struggles, yet we wait.

Uncounted years of pain and pain...
As things have been, they remain
Tired wails echo in vain,
As the killers remain free, where is our shame?
 
Uncounted years of pain and pain…
When we bow to pray, whose alliance do we claim?
If humans we are then guilt we should gain;
Why sell humanity for money and fame?
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by Georgina Oroi
“For I will continue to fight and stand up for my Pacific, knowing that I am fighting for a cause that one day the raising of the Morning Star will no longer be a crime”.