We have become slaves (Prologoue)

As the talk of freedom looms in the days that are coming. Fireworks of joy erupts and glow the lonely and dark skies into flashes of light. Millions of cheers erupt and fill the silent night with sounds of joviality. Songs of merriness fill the air of gloom that has long waited for it. We are free.. Freedom for us we shout with joy and pride.We are no longer trapped in the hold of those gluttonous invaders.That robbed our wealth,that dirtied our soil with blood of terror and snatched our sense of joy and humility.

Thousands gathered and began the relentless chatting of Merdeka.The drums start the hum of voices that fills the sky and turning it bright with light. But i ask you..Are we really free? Is it that we are seing today is the freedom that we have vision for so long or is it just a deception so that our eyes become blind,we start to relax and our steps become slower and weaker. When the time comes, all those hounds prowling on the shadow of the night that have been relentlessly staring at holes of penetration where they can grab each one of us alive and bring back to their den to be sacrificed.