Our Freedom

Where have you squandered
The Freedom my uncle earned
With his youth and blood?
The freedom my uncle earned
With struggle and campaigns
To kindle the hope we deserve

With the stroke of a pen
In our name, in a democracy
Came the stranger power
In battalions, with map rolls
Soldiers equipped for wars

While the local fat cats spoke
The armed democracy men
Strode behind with arms akimbo
Sometimes they patted the cats
Sometimes they scowled at them

Thus they spoke democracy
Thus they declared democracy
Thus we were told of it

Were we asked, if so, when?
Were we, at least, informed?
Why this in our own land?
Who are these fat cats?
Who are these stranger pen men?
Why must we be told in our house?
My uncle asked, like any youth

Any sensible person would ask
Any living person would demand
A walking person would enquire
For it was in their house
So my uncle asked in his house

But he was called names
Soon he was pushed around
Soon he was outlawed
He had to run for his life
In his own ancestral land

Thus my uncle was pursued
Thus he spent his youth
Thus he was made a foe
Thus the place was ringed
Thus rendered a killing field

With more fat cats all around
With more turncoats all over
My spent uncle still asked
All the questions he had asked
None talks the loss of inheritance
None is bold enough to talk
How we lost our freedom?
Who squandered our freedom?