the people movements will rise

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!