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Lead Me To Your Revolution


Timid resentment underneath it all Power hungry leaders notice nothing What is the cut off before the last call? Injustice and violence lead to something Last match is lit it ignites the people One tweet, one post informs of anarchy Gather here, we must fight to be equal Viewed from state offices it’s malarkey Flags adorned, fists high, and shouts heard in protest People pack city streets with demands Government is in fear but there’s no contest Can be seen no more they’re reprimanded Molotovs and tear gas don’t withhold them These clashing parties bring utter mayhem
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