I see fresh air rest upon my country
I see dews of new era phasing out old order
I see rebirth of a new country
The new wine in a new jar.
The old wine in the old jar is sour
The taste is throat choking .
Some of the containers that brought the old wine is broken and wrenched to shreds.
The fear of being broken in shredded pieces scare some unbroken wine jars.
The new wine in town is sweet with gripping flavours bubbling in freshness and foams.
The taste of the new wine
leaves no room for the old wine
Old wine have passed away
New wine have come to stay
The people cannot resort to old wine
In the night
In the day time
In the morning
New wine tasting era is here.
No one knows
It was fast around the corner
little thought of the new wine
penchance on old wine was manipulated
there was new wine before now
but was an exclusive preserve of the few
those who walk with arrogant gait
those who never merited the new wine
those who by crookery hijacked the new wine
now that the thing that cloak the eyes of the people is unlaced, the people can see their true oppressor.