Locked In this space

Blown in the space
Wreck on our hands
Another 4 years in waste
On the block 20 and the bait 23
It is the moment we could have hit the jackpot
My space mate in struggle  
Different opinions in bigotry  
Echoes on the space  
My breath oozy in the stench
 
We hit the poll
To pull the PO matrix
It was vibrant joy in the space
A time of liberation draws near
Our sufferings to be written in the sand of time
Long time in our history
We could beckon call of hope
Drum of liberation
Is the greatest of all time
We can talk the talk  
Of Messi and Ronaldo
Our future is talk to talk
 
In a glance
The hope was washed
We’re back on the road of perdition
The stench erupted like volcano
Our space was fill with phosphorous  
It was meant to be a baby step
We can’t hold to our reality
It is not reality again
Living in a space over three decade
No hope to sell to your generation
Oh my dear nation
Arise O’ compatriot  
The anthem as changed
My space mate can’t hear my call
The anthem can't echo our reality
We held strong
We move