The street fighters
will march
They have the
mandate to carry out the tasks
They know the
burden they have to shoulder
They can’t fail
they have jumped over the barrier
Along the remnants
of the losers
There will be the
pockets of resistance
The opponents have
lost the wagon train
They are hungry
they will try to knock out bins
The addicts of the
losers
They will feel the
burden of cold turkey
They can’t think
straight in their struggles
They are falling
deep into depression
Everything they see
are wrong
The wings of change
they can’t accept
They only think their
kind will work
The sins of their
corrupted souls
The street fighters
They hold the
Harapan flag on the go
They can’t fail in
their fights to free the nation
The addicts will
cry in the prison of paradise
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