Men in Orange

On the wings of Hope, I flew from my home

Sweet, jumpy, simple dreams to be fulfilled,

An outcast of my own land, my dreams is flimsy smoke.

Far away I see a land where my seeds of hope will be fulfilled.

Running from pillar to post I find no work of substance.

Menial they call it, a work no one wants,

I want, we want it by all means my friends blew the ash away,

While hard toil breaking back, a few notes tried to compensate.

New found fear pierced our hearts into thousand pieces,

Fear of imminent death got hold of us, for a group in black begins to hunt.

Go back, everyone advised but who will help me survive

No one helped, only empty phrases: we stayed to live, to survive somehow.

Men in black filled every nook and corner of the town,

Searching for foreigners, searched for Christians

I wanted to escape by all means all that I wanted to save my life.

I was caught, with friends, all of us same only in belief.

We were awarded, all of us with an orange suit, reminding its fate,

We were offered money, gifts, all that they could offer to be one of them.

No one said yes, for it was unacceptable, unimaginable,

Tortured us to death, to change the mind in vain.

Last days went many, final threats many, last warnings many,

Everyone sure of their fate, no more dreams no more hopes, all lost.

Like fish in the sea, we wandered in thought, looking on the hill.

He invited us with open hands, no guns, no questions only love.

Dressed in orange all of us walked like goats to slaughter house

Everyone with a black angel: the messenger of death,

We waved at sea in heart for last time for my hands s were tied

My neck felt cold, with the sharp edges of the knife.

TV show began, one spoke all of us knelt down, all of us with no tears

At order all began slowly, blood gushed forth like from pumps.

Pushed to front, all lay with final movement with immense pain

No one noticed their prayer not with guns but in heart, even in agony.

These men in orange are no more, only men in red, natural red.

Shut your mouth and you will see and hear more.

Shut our eyes and you will see more men in orange,

Shut your ears, close your eyes close your hearts.

Let your brain to work to free the living dead from slumber

Let the souls of men in orange live in us forever

They are no more, not what they stood for

Their last prayer is the wake call for the living dead.