Like a clock
whose battery had been removed
Made to stand still
A choice, not given
The bickering stops
Their voices cease
A loss they now must live with
Mocks them from below the ground
Although I’m muted
I rise, undefeated
My voice, I rise
Resounding victory chants
Notwithstanding the taunts
Life begins again
With renewed strength
To challenge all naysayers
And onwards we match
Trailing paths unmatched
Making history
We rest, serene.
Written by PBlessing and Aniyom Obo Dien
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