Bells of freedom toll
In fiefdoms when weariness grows tall
When masses express their disapproval
In substance and significance of a conundrum carnival
Where democratic space shrinks
Disorder and dishonour dance on revulsion rinks
In tune with dictates of distortion
Which drives and derives dominance from depletion
In rights of the silent masses
Muzzled and puzzled lads and lasses
No longer able to breathe freely
Given that voices of coercion chant shrilly
For freedoms to die
Regardless of the popular outcry
For democracy to exit the intensive care unit
Where doctors and nurses torn tissues they strive to knit.
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