Dying Democracy

Dying Democracy Rulers are the lords of this land Their Wishes and words are laws Their own castle is their world We are the unwanted creatures to them They will come and they will praise us Up to capturing their throne Then we will become zero as usual Your pen should not write and Your tongue should not speak Your hands should not rise Against their walks and runs Medias speak their fame and Papers write their deeds Cinemas exhibit their highness We are only the audience to clap There is a tomb in the center of the land The Rulers They will come and honor That is the day of Our Independence Which is the gift of our toils and sacrifice.