A fortnight Will be our measure For those who seek An idea of independence Beyond these chambers Of steel and stone Lies of beggars Weeping urchins And slept scent ****** Cheer on those judged by gavel They are roped to truths That they forswears
A fortnight After this night We will be our measure Will it be justice to, whom Society?, βtis not justified Judgments of weak eyes and mind They keep them like stones In their shoes Weighing them down With hate, greed and sins of old
Before we squander Away a chance and before this fortnight will reach a certain ****** we will fill our eyes with independence