Here we are amidst zillions who craved nothing
than living a life without fears of brutality and poverty
nor of desperation, anguish and enimity
Yet, we elect into offices
leaders exhibiting only these
with no recoil to their psyche
nor a flinch to their soul.
They stand boasting and gloating with their taxes
minding neither our shelter nor intakes
Waving aside their responsibilities while wallowing in wickedness
disregarding the voices of those who put them there.
Now, Here we stand among the millions
who wants nothing than fighting for what's their's
Set on Reviving with outspread pinions
what's been trampled upon. Exploited. Manipulated by You.
Liars.
Neglected, Hated, Beaten, Hungered but no anymore
from our slumber we've awaken, power up
To bring You Hypocrite down by objection
Putting an end to our afflictions.
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