Soul-warming songs are now in silence
In this musical land of magic and beauty
Sad sighs are now our sorrowful songs
The death-makers are in Parliament Producing tears
And spreading darkness from their cruel hearts.

Their laws are built on shameful shadows
Of pent-up hate
Of craving for revenge
Of special selfishness
Indeed, those whom the gods detest
They endow with insanity at first.

Gone are the golden promises
Sliced and slashed nicely
Gone is the heart presented
Sliced and slashed nicely
They move across the stage
Devising wars against the innocent.

Strange things are happening!

Morons stride like peacocks
Strutting to foolish strategies
On the stage
Of their soon-to-end  tragedy.

The power of the people will speak again
The power of the people MUST speak again!
For power is the people!