a nation will come again,
you will watch them from
your television set
read about them from a newspaper
celebrating what they don't own.
how does democracy dance in a country
where autocracy stamps its feet?
aborted dreams still parambulate graves for speaking
at every bayonet of injustice.
tell the world every celebration is a facade
like a bleached skin
songirds are still plucked from the sky for singing too loud.