When will the lilies of the field grow green again? The soil is soaked with blood, causing them to wither and die! The newcomers have invaded and destroyed the land! Perhaps the lilies are afraid to even sprout for fear of being trampled by the boots of tyranny! Will the eagles once again soar happily across the blue sky, or will they look down in terror, afraid to land, only flapping their tired wings and trying relentlessly to stay aloft? Will we once again breathe the fresh air of freedom, or will it be until the plunderers of our beautiful country are destroyed? All of these things must become a reality, before we can truly live again, before we can eat again, before we can be free again! Where are you, God? Have you forsaken us? Please look down and have mercy on us and wash away this dust of oppression and set us free! Please hear the cries of your children. We are in pain. Heal us.
