Freedom Will Reach Your End

Heart fluttering Tongue stuttering  Because you named your title “plutocrat” You bought their peace And in return, you repaid with conflict That’s the life you chose They are naïve with little say Their own right is silenced in a democratic society So unfair Sorrowful beings full of sorrow Theirs is to survive each day as they wish To be free like other societies Superiority is haunting them In their day and dreams Their ear drums bursting out of gun shots Blood and tears are their daily scenes Though a lot of you are killed For the reason of unknown sins A lot devastated for the departure of their beloved Thou freedom will be paid for No matter  the  delay of that hour Assurance of your freedom to come off lies in our zeal and passions   Freedom will reach your end soon.