Dear October 1st

The ink of my pen is like a river 

As I write the more I go deeper,

My words sinking in like the sunset

O! October 1st what has thou brought ye

You’re +1 today, how time flies!

I wish I could tell you how happy I am for you; 

But you seem so demised

We are all covered in the flood of your tears,

And from a mile away I can hear your cry.

What a country filled with hardworking youths and

Philosophers,

And at the same time opposite characters of different kinds.

Many years of both excellence and failure,

Masked men behind the smoke screen pulling our strings 

How long shall we dance to their tune?

For we go wherever they pull, whatever shall we do,

O motherland! I commend you.

Summary:

We’ve been through good and bad 

But it’s not always white or black 

There’s still hope for our motherland 

Only if we pray, put in work and do the best we can.