Independence?

 What happened to the green

where is that white centre

for whom we fought in red

is it my eyes or is it the real

colours muddled up thus

all tattered and scattered

all I see is the look of 

stone cast on dry waters

lapping on the gate of hell

all there is are your names 

splashed on people's dailies

like faeces on a mirror 

the remains of our shame

served out to all comers

like a buffet on a dog's day

every question comes with 

the answer within, waiting 

for the labour day

every decision comes with

her bones to crack now 

or any time soon and...

when actions cast in iron

finally break the stone walls

all shall then be revealed

the weeping will cease and 

the blind will begin to see 

the answers to the quests.

(c) Sumaila Umaisha 

From: Hell at Heaven's Gate.