The subtle messages
We don't have to speculate
The country needs upright leader
To stir the ship on the stormy seas
A strong hand; a steady command
For the rough seas don't give second chance
One wrong move the heavy damages
On our shores as we try to start over
Too many rains
Soaking the streets and drains
Whispering the ills of the ruling elites
Harboring alleged ill-gotten baggages
Pulling them downwards into the sewers
Yet they proudly display
The dirty aroma walking on the corridors of power
Nobody dares to touch them
The ghosts of the past
It is now rearing its way
Owning it up the alleged leaders hide
Putting up excuses swearing on it
It isn't the correct approach to right a wrong
The undercurrents spin and toss around
The ghost of Atlantuya
One soul C4ed away
Into tiny pieces of silvers
Waiting for a time
To engrave her marks
The alleged person and conspirators
The dark shadows will not let them go free
The subtle messages moving around
Retribution will arrive
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