Bereavement continues to be my socialism
Or must I say my socialism have embarked on bereavement
I have persevered to walk through the hills,
Preserved to climb over the mountain
Defenselessly squashed all the thorn before me
Leaving traces of blood
Hoping to be traced by my forefathers
And be succumbed to the nourishment of their ancestry

Disgracefully scavengers have traced and found my inhabitant
Since then I no longer recognize my back for I am afraid to be their dish
Instead I dish for them.
An elephant integrated with a brain of a dog will eat your food while making a quarreling
And so do you, and so do I.

Yester year, a key was issued
Gate were opened
Today
We have a key with unlocked gate, yet we are still acting like confined animals

Seek for me no more so I have found the end of tunnel
Cry with me no more for my tears is not of weeping but celebration
Walk with me no more so I have reached my destination,

Those are the word of a lonely soul seeking sovereignty
Mumble about hunger, fumble with open gates and humble before your scavengers
Present your harvest before you; ask not whether your stomach is full
But whether your hands will last long to keep your tears from falling
Until "they" are worn out, until you can look back!

Tomorrow we sow, next year we reap not?
Scavengers will prey on us.