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 divine shall fall
Soon it was announced that another man
Would rule a country based on fear
Promises of rights and of liberties
Were buried by the roar of greedy laughter
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 divine shall fall
Starving were the masses but once again
They would gather to reverse
Orders that were sent 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 divine shall fall

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