Protest

Do not ask me to believe
In hollow sentences
Follow mistruths
For the convenience
To hide behind caricatures
Eventually the dawn becomes dusk
And night is barreling down the hill
Full force ready to bleach out the morning
So march, this is what I will do
My voice, a battle cry
Crying out for the light
To shine on those shadows looming closer and closer
A war with fists rising to the sky
Chanting out, chanting against
These hand drawn bars
So we sing a declaration
To not bow down to power mongers
We will shout out our history
For this land
Has been created
On the foundation
Of a choir of voices
Roaring in the spirit of our nation

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