The
fall of the mighty
It is
already written
The
day the nation was born
It
has been said
Now
the mighty at the cross road
They
just feel the heat coming down
They
act without decorum
They
think they are the powerful ones
Even
color and words
They
banned it under law and gazette
Once
it was black tee shirt
Now
it is the yellow
It is
democracy at work
They
preached about it
Yet
they can't take the heat
Demonstrations
or protest marches
They
can't wake up
The
light will slowly dim
Though
they may put a fight
All
will be in vain
The
prophecy has come
It is
the end of the game
No
need to be so arrogant
No
need to show the teeth
The
people movements will rise
No
forces will stop it from happening
The
country needs a new face
The
old has tainted her identity!
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