With the thugs felt its tremor despite appearing strong
The final battle is ever near
The people had enough of peace, wanting to go beyond the wall
And tonight they want to storm the ramparts, storming hell they despise
As the palace complex immediately closes its gates
Expecting days and nights-cries of disquiet and rage
And those who plea for peace "cries for sobriety"
NO! said by the folk who demand liberty
That prayers to avert bloodshed is no use
-for it won't stop fighting back against the order's blasphemy
Expect thunder of hatred, lightning of vengeance
Wind of mayhem blows over their forts and redoubts
Neither law nor heaven will save the goddamned system
With their dear leader-tyrant loses all control
Expect tanks and cannons turning against their users
Decaying flesh of murderers scattered over once proud roads
News reports about tyrants drowning desperate propagandas
As the folk themselves marching over to the center of doom
Blood and Iron, than blue or yellow ribbons
From the folk having enough of past sentimentalities
As they barge the gates and storming walls
Entering the palace and overturning the throne
Victory is complete with the lead tyrant hanging overturned
in the time of the pandemic")
(Or "Thoughts after the recent red tag on Catriona Gray")
Someone slander a maiden in the virtual square last afternoon
As if trying to burn a witch that thug in uniform slandered a maiden for singing a different tune
Just because she's concerned therefore was painted red
While the choirs of the rotting order singing against her dread
That maiden is of renowned beauty as the papers say
Having a crown in her head as she won from a pageant day
Magazines treated her a mannequin as one may describe
While men wooing at her as if she like
But because of her surroundings she voiced a concern
That for the order way different from queens commonly heard
And a thug in uniform, acting judge and jury pointing her, accuse
Along with others concerned as bandits, for a concern cannot refuse
Is voicing a serious concern, such as from a known person an act of subversion?
Especially in this time when threat and bloodshed has becoming a reason?
What more of a pandemic, or hunger, that shatters delusion
Brought by the order who while preaches change is but a reaction?
The reports remained fresh as thugs and slanderers remain
Playing the same tune that plays time and again:
Painting the concerned "red", crying wolves, and accusing them of crime
As if those from the past: preparing the stake and hay for the burning time!
But still the concerned cannot submit from their slander
Brought about by the thug who tries to defend that wretched order
That the folk had enough from the witch hunt they had brought
While assuming there is freedom when in fact almost not
That even those from the halls find cringe their fellow's thoughts
Thinking it spoils their agenda of destroying their foes
As instead comes the storm of heckles no matter apologists bleat
The witch hunt turns out to be against the attacker resisting the beat
Perhaps in this present time the order remains medieval
That for theirs an empowered folk means an action so evil
That the call for freedom and justice is an incantation cannot be tamed
But instead a spell for the order and its thugs end maimed
Wouldn't be surprised for someone all just because of being concerned
That they're willing to sacrifice beauty or fame so justice prevailed
Not even surprised they ditch a long-term fame for an eternal flame
The bejeweled crown for freedom, a lady to become a dame