The dust in the smoke
The revving of cars and motorcycles
The branded names the arrogant stares
They go out to parade
Lyrics of poetry
Drumbeats rolling
The beats of power
They think they have
The old wine in new bottle
With cut and paste logo
Of the years of the formation
They reconstruct the same....
They just don't get it
The World has changed
The people have enough
Of the laughing stock to the World!
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