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Tomorrow is Ours.

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Suffocating beneath the weight of historical fear,
asphyxiated by the legacy of traumatised yesteryear,

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the festering wounds of enslavement still remain,
juggling euphemisms in a crisp sound-bitten refrain,

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spewing out neo-liberal economic charades,
doling out charity in strips of plastic band-aids,

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but,

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tomorrow shall be ours,

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casting away subservient mind-sets that shackle,
no longer the weakened prey of the insatiable jackal,

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tomorrow shall be ours,

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we shall reclaim our plundered mindspaces,
we shall shed our chains, leaving behind the traces,

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of past injustice, of the hurt and pain of our ancestors’ sorrows,

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we are here, now, alive with hope,

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we shall rightfully claim our own tomorrows…