Here comes the time again,
The country's in turmoil,
Pool of black money,
Spilling out of embezzler's mine
What dread is this?
Why are the fishes choking?
What tyranny is this?
In tears the innocent soaking
Stir countrymen! Don't drift
with the wind,
Hold your flag as tight as you can,
Follow the riot, commence the uproar,
Make them run-away, the corrupt clad in gore
Hanging by the threads, is the great leader,
Reigned by the hands of the sly people,
Our lives are a puppet show,
O, wake up now -you weeper
Beautiful poem...
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