Be Patient, My Nation
Let those who suffer hold on with endurance,
With firmness and conviction.
Guard your silent strength,
A river running deep,
Steady, unwavering,
Carrying justice into the future generation.
And for those who carve wounds
With deliberate, calloused hands-
They are collaborators,
Flocking together in soulless formation.
May they await the day
When life turns on them,
Like foxes caught in metal traps,
Imprisoned by their own greed,
Forced to surrender,
Overcome by their grandiose temptation.