Changing History
The country is crumbling to a land unknown
We have slowly grown into a hole.
Although our leaders wear no crown
It is them, who have an iron role.
Should we as citizens sit back and lie flat?
As the government cracks the whip?
Or do we stand and force a bloodshed of combat,
and force the authority to strip.
Change is not an overnight event
and we will not see a difference in a day.
But with a bit of luck our world will ferment
eventually we will see a shining ray.
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