The thunder roars
the lightning strikes
high hopes soars
to the seven skies.
It pours down blood
a rebellion is in the bud .
The people’s stood up as one
the uprising has begun.
Under the cover of the night
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guided by flickering fire torch lights
they gather for a fierce fight
to regain their confiscated rights .
Fed up with living in obscurity
They let out a cry for dignity;
they ‘re Thirsty for freedom
they’re ready for martyrdom.
full of rage , full of pride
they march side by side
they take long sure strides
cos in victory they confide.
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