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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required FROM MY ROOF TOP From my roof top I see the world crumbles I saw people of mine shout, endlessly They shout for two common things They shout for these two alone Prosperity and democracy They want an answer and their voices heard But they were denied, all An tears run down my cheek for them. All these while two things are denied them Just through the face masks of poli-sticks So the country goes gaga My country crumbles and crumbles fast Faster than its expiry date comes Two things are denied it as a cause The suddenly, A man came panting The power-man has come to shut us up. He wears a coat too big yet very tight To strangle our wriggling voices 'Go home, go home' I heard him shout But he only rained saliva and a chewy gum As I laugh, the riot explodes Police, police, gendarme Then blows and bloods Bullets and batons. Empty fists and stifled voices There was a heightened battle to crumble a regime So Mr. President answer me Why poverty is now riding the economic horse You alone jolly riding everywhere For these decades you planted none, a seed Your monarchy has divorced our democracy Therefore go home, go home, too. Yesterday your eyes were like those of an Angel And you gaze upon us with mercy, passion, we all Now your eyes beams of the Sun, Satan Jesus! dear creator's messenger Beg on our behalf, do it now We plead your father, our grand, comes early to our rescue To warn the world, of its bad nuts Before it stands out against them. We have started our calls, our shouts, our protests From Tunisia to Egypt Yemen to Syria Brunei to Georgia Here we come, to demand our pound of flesh That, that has been taken from our toils This day, not waiting, straight for it, now From where they are, hidden. The roof tops of powers As I watch them from my roof top here.....
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