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The flickering lamp posts,

The burnt buildings,

The rebuilding of heritages,

And the rising sun

They all seem to remind me,

Remind me of a time when the footsteps of hope

Shook a darkened system to its core,

A time when the claws of an injured lion reached out for its future

The hands that once held the flag of our country,

Fighting for a better tomorrow was now tainted,

They were tainted with the blood of the tomorrow they once preserved,

The power had gotten to their heads,

Snuffing flames of great promise and drying out the country hollow,

The dreams of millions lost at sea,

Storms of corruption, waves of incompetence,

But how could they forget?

Blood runs thicker than water,

How could they forget that the blood that ran

In the arms that rose with them was the same blood

Flowing in the veins of the future

The blood that shook a dynasty,

The blood that made the crown oversees rust,

The blood that echoed through lands far and wide,

The blood that gave them the very seat they sat on,

And now, that blood had turned on them

The eyes that had their vision stolen from them started to see,

The legs that had forgotten how to walk had begun to run,

The people who had forgotten to dream had now learnt to do it again,

And the heart that had lost its hope now had the will to find it,

A day that was supposed to be for peace,

A day when the pillars of the country, with the wish of

Strengthening their homes marched,

Their footsteps, heavy with the years of corruption,

Their heart filled with hope for their nation,

But- how could the hounds that had tasted blood let go of their feast,

They lunged, tearing apart at the future,

Smell of metal and salt filled the air,

The very future they once fought to protect was now

Riddled with bullet holes to their core,

The seat that was filled to the brim with sins now had another one,

And this was an unforgivable sin,

A sin so dire that it raised the now rusted pillars of hope,

A sin so dreadful that now the hounds had woken,

They had awakened sleeping giants of the past,

Giants that were now ready to end it, at last

A battle evoked,

They say history repeats itself,

But history may not repeat itself, but it very well rhymes,

For the arms that rose in the past to put them on the pedestal,

Now rose to break down the entire machine,

Now the giants united with the pillars,

Together they rammed, they rammed through the rubble,

They rammed through the fire,

And when the dust had finally settled,

David had Goliath in his grasp and the sun,

It was rising, breaking through the cloud of dust

Giving some much-needed glimmer of hope

I now stand on the land free of shackles,

A land where the sun had finally risen,

Yes, through the day, we may slip,

We may bleed, and we may die,

But at least, we dared,

But at least we weren't fazed,

But at least we picked up the pen to write our own future.