The weep of a silent soul.

I wrote this with the nation of Zimbabwe in mind and thought you might need this background. my heart weeps... all you folks that earn my price, do you have pride in a heart that never speaks? heyMr. Idle, that smite& feed on my soul andeternallyplayfoul ona spirit that never is a rebel, do you ever dream of a people full of hope or yours is rainydream froma nation's tears forlost hope? sorry you boss that bite and suck my country youneverlearnt yourcontrary yours is but a realloss, for another day i shall write truly in black and white: arise younation downtrodden by tyranny and down-strike Mr. geriatric's tyranny bed ridding our nation, ascend you Saviour! that holds our hope for tomorrow and raisethis yournation-survivor that it lives away from sorrow and you Mr. Idle, Mr. geriatric, Folks... the nation shall truly rise up! your brutal turmors shallgash. and folks... my nation shall ever rise up.