Rambonation..

In the kindergarden,

someone somewhere is learning the colors of the raibow.
Beautiful colors one after another…

It’s been long since 1994 when last I saw

the fighter jets flying high and proud the colors of the nation…
But I remember someone saying to the masses…
Year after year, someone else made eco to those same words…
We must embrace the raibownation.
We are free; we have finally conquered our freedom

to do whatever pleases our hearts.

1994…
days…
months…
years…
spring after spring…

In this beautiful country of ours with our 11 official languages,

we are all screaming minding own business,

trying to understand each other…

The petrol is high,

my bread is high,

my milk is high,

my neighbor is highjack,

my moral is down…

While enjoying the new freedom,

in the mess of the 11 languages,

we misunderstood ourselves.

While calling for raibownation,

some understood a calling for rambonation…

Bang, bang here, bang, bang there…

its rambonation.