They come assemble
Shouting slogans angry words
Ringing in the air
The grouses for their rights
What rights they have?
Twisted to benefit the elites
The common rank get fooled
Marching in the hot sun
Where are the elites?
These angry protesters of the ruling party
Mouthing slogans to protect interests
It is for their warlords taking them rides
They are so blind
Until they can't see the wrongs
Right in their eyes
They are so hopelessly fooled
They don't see leaders
Marching with them
Only their own used up lives
In the hot sun
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