About this sweet revolution that's going on where i live.

They walk together,

For their rights,

Scream forever,

Beg for lights.

From one cent,

To more than ten,

More than thirty,

Every day.

People shout,

And cry hard,

Walk towards the sky,

Run all night.

They went thru bullets,

And tear gas,

They went thru hunger,

And died in heart.

All the world,

Can now see this,

Swords in hand,

We now have revenge.

The End

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