We at times thank our stars
For being lucky enough
And at times we curse our stars
For leading the unlucky lot.
We hate memories that opens up old scars
And regret the moment we let ourselves down.
We burnt down the bridges linking to the past
Just to face the future that’s so vast.
We sharpen our blunt edges
And to a new beginning we pledge.
A vote of confidence was given to civil rule
Hoping it would put an end to a menace.
Family meals were measured with tape rule,
This in us ignited a furnace.
We wanted freedom to speak
We no longer want to squeak,
We want to express our civil right
Thus the uniform regime we left.
Falsification of results were replaced
By fornication of candidates.
Cross-carpeting became the order of the day
While the populace tread on untarred high ways.
Cross-regional corps were created
Tailored to stitch the disjointed ethnicities
Yet nepotism and tribalism aids cultural disputes.
Posters are flagged so high,
Billboards are gigantic scrapping the sky
Just to gain representative seat time.
We itch for moment that’s fun-filled,
An era wherein the wages of labourers
Wouldn’t embroid the regalias of the lawmakers.
We crave for a change of power
Not an change of party names and emblems.
We desire an overhauling of campaign podiums
That spits out recycled brainwashing speeches.
Ek Tiger inked Clarion Call IV: Change of Power.