We live in a land who's beauty is of the pearls,
A land of smiles and laughter so loud,
In a land where hope is always alight even in death.
But deep in its heart lies a secret no one knows,
Far beneath the deep, deep lands,
Here lies the blind, the deaf, and the mute,
Where people romanticise scrapes and tears,
Where toxic positivity is always honoured and lit.

The blind stay blind to the light,
The deaf refuse to hear the terrors of night,
The mute stay mute for the sake of a safe coven,
The seekers get silenced when their tongues unleash,
Reign of terror and war most prominent,
Every crevice of this land most horror filled.

Where oh where is the promise of freedom?
When all this land is nothing but misery?
Hiding, hiding behind false dreams and ties,
Cackles and clatters of people like puppets on a string.
Here we stand in this land most deceived,
The land we call home now losing its glory.