The sun shone down burning the tar
The road led back to the grave of my father
The city behind me was supposed to feed my family
Now a graveyard of broken dreams and hungry belly
Six summers past, I had been sold the good days
Two summers after, I was in the line for cashing my pay
Last summer I was told, Iksvaku's Scion will get his home
And we will find three hundred seventy ways of unifying the nation
Now I am walking down this road
The burning sun of March beats down my corpse
You have kept your promise of good days
Only I was a fool to search my name in your ways .


© MP