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The
black water snake
The
year the fall of a regime
The
bite of the poison
The
cure is doomed to the bin
Where
historians will say
“Once
it was
The
might of its power
When
greed and corruption crept in
The
poison destroyed the body”
Now
the changing faces
The
battle front of shining armour
The
ruling regime thinks we are the fools
A
new clothing but the old of the mind
The
buying of time on the battle line
The
fall has to come; it's time for it
We
will not cry
The
day the ruling regime is gone
Into
the books of history
“Once
it was
The
might of its power”
It
is better to change
Transformation
is changing new clothing
The
old of the mind will stay
The
gravy train will keep feeding
And
it will never end
If
we don't change
We
are the losers
The
nation will cry
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