For the protection
Of their rights.
When this pillar
Is eroded by corruption
The collapse of democracy
Is inevitable.
Corruption promotes
Moral degradation in a society
And when a country is hit
By this great menace
The core of its heart ceases to beat.
The people cry
Like a Roaring Dragon
Marching under the intense heat of the sun
Marching in heavy storm rains
Their angry steps dig holes
On the isles and curves of streets
Raising their fists in the air
With combined voices
That move the unmoved
And rouse the sleeping souls.
A country of chaos
A country of despair
A country which hope
Has been extinguished
In the darkest of the night
A country which dreams
Have been beaten
And blown away by the furious winds.
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