Hungry were the mobs on his final day
Eager for the feast to begin
Gathering to feed on the crumbs he left

Waiting to descend on him like vultures
Hidden in his tower the king observed
Shaken by the bites of fear

Bitter in his mouth was the taste of death
When the blade was dropped on him


On the day that illiterates and slaves
Overturned hierarchies to end their shallow ways


Not for long

Fire and flames let the rage unfold

Open the gates the divide shall fall

Soon it was announced that another man

Would rule the country based on fear
Promises of rights and of liberties
Were buried by the roar of greedy laughters

Echoed in the circles of new elites
Selfishly pursuing their needs
Plundering the wealth of the ones they failed

Fallen in the hands of

Plutocrats technocrats lawyers and speculators

Who built a new hierarchy to serve their shallow ways

Meant to stay


Fire and flames let the rage unfold
Open the gates the divide shall fall


Starving were the masses but once again
They would gather to reverse

Orders that were set to their detriment
History repeats itself


Legacy of hope passed on from generations
Restless and worn
Pursuing liberation


Fire and flames let the rage unfold
Open the gates the divide shall fall