Those Years, Condemned

March on, chosen sons, freedom calls for us
 Sang loud those refrains, that greatness
 Dwelled within our lungs and flowed through our veins
 A feeble mind, (Susceptible to) all that it was granted
 Kinship was promised (Realised)
 Oh, how the joy spilled (From my eyes)
 Would I wring the blood from my heart
 To drown but one foe
 Oh, how it feels (How it seems so surreal)
 The joy that spilled from my eyes
 March on (Those years condemned)
 Chosen sons (By history)
 Freedom (Still linger on)
 Calls for us (Inside of me)
 I feel it was all a dream
 Yet my eyes were open
 Did I once loathe
 Those who would act with love?
 (The peal of our thunder, the crash of our waves)
 Once I was part of that chorus
 With fervour I spit out my hatred and shame
 (But my eyes remain dry, their orders were "Do not cry")
 Of all the good they took from us
 The worst of all: our pity
 If power lies in verse
 Does once a hunger turn to horror?
 I boarded the ship in cheerfulness
 Gone are those happy hours
 I was born
 I was blessed
 There was God
 I was wrong
 I was wronged