to gather around truly as one.
Few fiery lines for the silent doers
who below wheels should already have won.
You who toiled and slaved in the sun
drenched the earth with blood and sweat,
take your rights now, halt your run
putting stop to centuries of wait.
Push aside your yoke and stand
and hold the hand that has the whip.
Look eye to eye, join as a band
be a rebel - that is for you to keep.
Your drooping shoulders speak of shame,
you never had the sun on your face.
How could you live with no name?
Strengthen your spine, be up in grace.
If not taken what was always yours
all will be lost like rain on sea.
Do not let them close the doors,
as they fear unity between you and me.
All along you have been on your knees.
Get up now, make your stride.
Stop! Stop doing as they please,
Look up and regain your pride.
Prasenjit©1997-2021
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