The change came and with it chains
We cried and they called us wailers
All his their wrists and ankles
Least the shackles of change tangle
What do you do
With a change which comes with chains?
Some are voting with their legs
What do you do with wrong voting?
Vote with your legs?
You stay back, pay your due of patriotism
And vote with your thumb
For a change which will sooth
Your wounds of chains.
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