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Politics is a game, a wicked game that only its devils know how to play It's a puzzle, a maze with no exit way I don't claim to know it all But I know that they are liars and all they want is we, in their hands, fall They would create a problem, and suggest a solution They would put our mind in cages and paralyze us so that we do no action I don't know if what I am saying is nonsensical But I know their words are lies, and promises are unachievable They put masques that only critical thinkers see They put masques, manipulate us with their words and make us in them spree I know I'm no position to judge But my citizenship pushes me to hold a grudge They promised us peace, they promised us order They promised us tranquility, but once we call, we get no answer We are birds with no wings to fly Even sometimes we want to spread them and touch the sky They have our brains in their back pockets Lying to our faces, and to our hearts we get bullets They are just put there to give us the idea that we have the freedom of choice While we are being captive and deprived from our own freedom and have no voice We are prisoners in our land Wanting freedom, and begging anyone who would take our hand These bars that we cannot touch are killing us These blood suckers are depriving our lives from us You may wonder who I am, and why I am saying these words I am a human whose life is full bruises and wounds Adding salt can only make it worse While leaving it like that can only be a curse We need bandages to heal our injuries We need a treatment that would put us at ease I am not against the system; I am only against its rulers I am a person who's ready to get some answers So enough with the drama and let's go back down to earth So here's a story that was full of mirth Once upon a time, there was a citizen who had everything he could dream of A house, a car, a family, and wish his buttons wouldn't get switched off He had his rights, he did his duties He paid his taxes and all the fees He was happy, can't you tell? That everything is possible if you have the will But you cannot have it all, can't you? Because the responsibles don't want you to They control our lives, our behavior, and even our way of thinking They play with us like cards, and cut our wings They are not just, they are not tolerant We wouldn't forgive them; we wouldn't fall even if we get a bunt Let's take our hands together, and rule together Let's get rid of torture, and peace-makers, that we will be forever I want to be happy, to feel proud of my country To live in peace, and to see it prosper and bounty Don't judge me for wanting change, for wanting things to thrive, to prosper, to rise Don't blame me for feeling strange because I'm in my own land and i still get lies I don't need to use difficult vocabulary for you to understand me Even if you're elite, you will get me and don't you use any plea We are so focused on tiny stupid things While we can do grander stuff before time flings Tic tock, tic tock, we are running out of time It will be too late once we hear drums, and to our ears we get the voice of chime Let's stick together as one, and fight this evil And turn it backwards, and "live" as angel Learn that even if you fall once, twice or a hundred times You're not a loser, and you don't commit any crimes So peace-makers let's make this journey count Let's spread love, and go higher to reach the top of the mount
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