Some want to rob and some want to be robbed in here!
You are the one who looses in the consequence forever! !
Now, what your do boys? You have no power, no control!
You are in the quagmire, in massacre for leaders to rule! !
Nothing was fixed, nothing reformed and no revenge!
Same system with newer faces and nothing will change! !
They all will polish the same framework of your country!
They all will have same look with Police, court, butchery! !
New issues come and we avoid the past, at last!
Riots, wars, victims, martyrs shootout bomb blast! !
Be educated people! Be family guys and work harder!
You can't make a country before you make you, my dear! !
Make you the gold, the star before making leaders!
They are not your family, will never be your feeders! !
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