Wake Up
See, the stars are heading towards mars
The faithfuls are hungry over mass
And the nation's treasury needs a political pass.
Broken pieces of human dignity
Lies scattered on the earth of greed.
Able bodied men strangling themselves to feed,
Still corpse leave messages of futility.
To hell to this life of mischief
Life is sweet but so brief.
Hopes must awaken,
Lost glories must be retaken.
Fallen trees must rise
To this call, so be wise.
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