The Sun Once Shed Tears.

Like a déjà vu it returns,
tension in its plight, darkness in its light.
Like an old song it echoes,
memories of the pain, agony of the past.

Like a lonely bird it sings,
melody within its tone, anguish within its rhymes.
Like an elder it recalls,
death on the streets, mourning on repeat.

Like a nightmare it haunts,
FGN shed no blood, IPOB it would flow like a flood.
Like civilized Nations it requires,
Human Rights should not be left, dialogue would be right.

Like a déjà vu it returns,
tension in its plight, darkness in its light.
Like an old song it echoes,
memories of the pain, agony of the past.

by:
Guobadia Iyen Tosan