dont try to blame

High Chaparral villagers protest in Komtar 016

The banners rising high
Many people gathered in one place
Protesting what isn't belonging to them
The wrong issues decades ago never try

The whipped up emotions
It runs dry tears may flow
Of the homes sharing through the years
Of friendship and village neighbourliness
It will be gone; it can be gone

Don't try to blame
Others of your misfortunes
You have your chances
You never try; you forget to try

Times overtaken the events
The last avenue lost to all
Tears and memories flow
The enclave of a race will be gone

When you a squatter
it is hard to get a legal right to it all
Even compensation can be zero
You can't get a law to make a case

The raptures of years ago
The forebears tasted and gone
This is it the foot steps of a memory
Once a thriving village
Now it will be gone; it can be gone