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by BroKen Wing
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And history repeats its self
as we will fall from the same shelf
domination is the power of this world
were opulence is the best ever word

the incumbent country rules the core of the weak
bare it from its rights and twist it bleak..
kills its youth, forbid them to speak
and any freedom parol will sound freak

kill one man and you'll be a murderer that'll sink
kill hundred and you will be crowned a sacred king
wrack a nation and you are GOd in the near moment
take its blessings and give it suffer & lament

the powerful reach and occupies a land
in the pretence of help and flooding a hand
but the fact is to dominate its treasures
& if there's no treasures, then to cut its feathers

greediness and weapon is the preponderant in this life
you have them you'll live ; you don't then die with strife
money and power is the blood in this vitality
you have them you have respect you don't, you have fatality

this is how things went so far as creatures were born
life full of injustice, avidity to control and horn
a master head to judge the weak,crown the rich, kill the poor
every thing was so clear, but no one demurred this detour

they are all afraid to shout out a freedom phrase
to ask for their rights at least, move on one phase
but thats what they deserve at the end, its their mistake
they are scared to break the barrier, so they wont be able to take

they will live forever in their thoughts, in their fears
those weak people,unblessed one fight only by their tears
and few who cry out a mad revolutionary yell
few who are not shy to ask for heaven, and reject hell

but here i am standing amazed, holding my angry flame
shouting out this record of our history, full of shame
though am sure no difference will occur, it'll be the same
but at least now i have a name, i can blame, and grasp my aim




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