They claim to have brought us out of Egypt
But never have I tasted the fruits of thy promised land
Was it really necessary for a democratic plan?
Or they just still experimenting on me?
Freedom cry has not fulfilled my expectations
But at least it's a weapon they fear in the streets
I wonder men who brought us independence,
Forever remain our only celebrated heroes.
So sad they even own jewelry stores,
Knowing that I'm their only mine
Who am I....
surviving_pawn
With a remote control
Everything may be at your fingertips
But not human rights
Man with wisdom is difficult to control
Bribery and scandal will be questioned
A peaceful demonstration may occur
Protesting
For human rights and justice
The country is neither under one person
Nor controlled by the only remote control
Called hegemony
But under the whole people's rights
But under God's protection
But under one's conscience
If any
Somebody starts everything
As a conflict
And makes it a compromise
In front of bribery
Election canvassing
Demonstration or strike
A long way to fight indeed
For truth and justice
Which is already existed
Before we arrived at this world
Why
A fictitious depiction
And a raunchy display
Introducing much suspicion
Of what had really taken place
Excuses came in, sloppy
Inconsistent to say the least
The whole ordeal felt choppy
With a coat of thick deceit
A shotty demonstration
To unfold before my eyes
And when it reached the end
Parted curtains revealed the lies
London, London the sea is no longer calm
The Wind blows violently
The God’s are angry
There is a new government on the rise
Elected to bring change.
Men in suits that know no pain
Hearts harden, Soul blank
They plates are filled
They bellies are full
Knock, Knock open the door
Innocent babes are crying.
Their eyes are dark,
Their skin are pale
Their decision have already been made
London,London the skies are dark
The nights are cold
The mornings are gloom.
The streets are crowed
The crowd is angry
London, London the sun sleeps
Days are long, nights are short
Our future looks doom.
Great leader’s men of hope
Bloods on your hand
Elected to rule
Yet your decisions can be judgmental and cruel
Seats won by liars and deceit
Promises made
Promises broken
Peace reins no more
A nation crying,
A generation lost,
Revolution is on the rising.
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