Some powerful beings conquer with brute
They come in colours of the visible spectrum
Their origin is in the feeble agitation
They are plants of the seed of revolution
But the stone declined to be moved
Making us doubt if its a blessing
For avarice has taken ascendancy
And war from within is looming
Who is going to dethrone the perverted
Banish him far away
from the lands of titans
who are the vanguard of love
As peace is what they strive for
Growth and development must return
Warriors will know their place
The noble, the brave and the honest
will rule and the land will be sane again
The ominous cloud will disappear
The sun will shine on all the withered
And springs will bring milk and honey
we will know this land as home again.