My thumb, your legitimacy
The ultimate priority
Soon or maybe sooner,
Pride will be crushed,
Humility will be crowned,
Smiles will be honoured
All will be succumbed to.
“Make me your leader…”
Themes and songs,
Abusing our being,
Pursuing our thongs,
How fast can they be?
Ads and prints,
Set me on high,
Colour my eyes,
Draws my footprints
Hold on!
It’s simple
Peace not war
Drag us not along
Wash not our brains
Else, they are stained.
Accept your fate
And let us be
“It’s here we’ve always been.”
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