Conquer

The sun will rise again,

Our last rose said,

Years of fight will end,

And our pride will be restored again||

We were slaves in our country,

We were beaten,raped,

Tortured and hanged,

In our country||

But today our last rose fell,

Painting the snow blood red,

And the air vexed,

We ran down with axes & shovels,inflamed||

There is night & morning,

Then why are we inferior,

How our colour,caste,creed,gender,

Makes us less of being||

They said peace is lost,

Well,it was lost the day,

Suppression seeped into the sunlight of may,

Today we stand united,galling superiority,

And thats how they lost,

United||