The Rocket
Staying quiet of the changes
Maybe it doesn't have its fuel
Lock in the port
Once its leaders would shout
Every piece of law stifling democracy
They would get into their element
They would fight hard for their belief
Now the Rocket
There is no fuel
They can't blast it off
They decide to stay cool
They don't push back
The bad changes stifling democracy
They don't raise up to defend
They are cowed into acceptance?
The Rocket
Let the crunch fall in Parliament
Make your entrance count
The voters counting on it
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