So young and handicap, when shall our dawn come
The old still recap, will the ever be done,
drunk with power, exceeding their hour
our future they scrap, bathing us with lies,
We need shower cap, playing beautiful tones with wrong lyrics,
see how we die before their very eyes, the youths are leaders of tomorrow, so they say, when will that be
our role we're eager to play, destroying our hive,
they're after our honey, seeing us as bee,
because we follow, in leadership forever they want to stay,
increasing our worries, telling us stories,
we must stand up for our right, fill in the gap, take our cap,
for our future is bright, they always pretend,
we must end this trend and rebuild our nation.
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