The cries of freedom

The cries were there, once upon a time. Once upon a time they were deafening, the shouts and calls echoing through the narrow alleys and streets. But no man has heard these long lost cries almost a century past. But they are there; they are present, deep within the mind of every man and woman, every child and elder, every cripple and eunuch, the words are there.
When they were first said,it was out of defiance. But the call for defiance has left us. Defiance came like a lion, and disappears like a snake's tail. It thundered once, but now it dare not whisper. It dare not stand up. We have slain defiance, with our cowardice.
But ours is not a people who will let injustice happen. Ours is a people who will do as the law demands, even if the law demands they geld themselves.
Do you hear them? At first they were whispers, between the cowards who walk our land. But I can hear them now, the words as clear as water from the spring above. Listen carefully, and you can hear them shout, calls for restoration and justice. Listen carefully, and you can hear the calls, for revolution.
"Inquilab Zindabad!" They scream, they same way our forefathers did once. It sounds good to hear this. Sweet even. It is The melody of the song, the song of change.
The last time this song was sung, it was For love, it was for life and most importantly it was for freedom. But that has changed. The song of change too has change, now we call for peace.
I can hear their screams louder now, not in my ears but in my heart. They are screams of duty, of courage and of honour.
The slumbering men are waking up, to the hate and destruction of the world. But who once slumbered is now awake, and they will do what they can. They will change .