Yet democracy, worn and battered thin,
Carries the scars of where it’s been.
Its roots run deep, beneath the lies,
Unbroken still, though it cracks and cries.
⬇️ 3/9
Carries the scars of where it’s been.
Its roots run deep, beneath the lies,
Unbroken still, though it cracks and cries.
⬇️ 3/9
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The lies relentless, the pull impure.
But in their hands, a quiet might,
An ember that waits to ignite the night.
⬇️ 4/9
Of bending the world to his iron will.
For every shackle, a key is made,
And every shadow births a blade.
⬇️ 5/9
The chants that rise, the hearts that beat.
No throne can silence a million cries,
No golden cage can bind the skies.
⬇️ 6/9
Cannot extinguish the people’s light.
Through storms and tempests, through smoke and flame,
The dream of freedom remains the same.
⬇️ 7/9
Raise his glass to a hollow toast.
For democracy bends, but it will not break,
Its roots are stronger than the storms it takes.
⬇️ 8/9
When his empire crumbles, fails at last,
The people will rise, as they always do,
Rebuilding the promise, ancient and true.
9/9
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