Phase 1: Bound by Silence
In chains you find safety, you claim,
In your correctness, others fall in shame.
My salary comes on the thirtieth day,
Why should I care if democracy’s sway
Shifts and changes its form and hue,
My home runs on company’s due.
In a nation where everything’s confined,
Within the walls of my own mind,
What can I do to save democracy’s plight,
When I’ve never cast my vote’s light?
In servitude, you find your peace,
While I ponder, democracy’s lease.
But in silence, I won’t remain,
For change begins when voices attain
Strength to rise, to question, to fight,
For a democracy true and bright.
In chains you find security, you claim,
In your rightness, others bear the blame.
My pay arrives on the thirtieth day,
Why should I care if democracy’s sway
Shifts and alters its form and hue,
My home runs on company’s due.
In a land where everything’s confined,
Within the walls of my own mind,
What can I do to salvage democracy’s plight,
When I’ve never cast my vote’s light?
In servitude, you find your solace,
While I ponder, democracy’s promise.
But in silence, I won’t abide,
For change begins when voices collide
With strength to rise, to question, to fight,
For a democracy true and bright.
Phase 2: Echoes of Democracy
In the chaos of today’s political sphere,
Where truth seems drowned and falsehoods leer,
A cry rises, questioning democracy’s name,
As power plays a dangerous game.
Shackles tighten around dissenting voices,
In dungeons deep, where no choice rejoices.
Those who dare to speak of tyrants past,
Find themselves silenced, silenced fast.
The air is thick with fear and despair,
As sanity wanes, lost in the glare.
Trust in the government wanes and dips,
Fed by media’s biased scripts.
But amidst the turmoil and the strife,
There’s hope yet for a better life.
For in the heart of every soul,
Lies the power to reclaim control.
Let’s seek the truth, let’s break the chains,
Let’s heal the wounds, let’s ease the pains.
For democracy’s essence lies not in fear,
But in voices raised, loud and clear.
Phase 3: The Deception’s Cloth
You’ve labeled those who cry for freedom as traitors,
And turned oppressors of farmers into divine creators.
This leader has devoured the falsehoods kept in his lap,
Dividing social media with his deceitful trap.
How will you bring clothes for the tears of the distressed?
First, wear the clear lens of truth, and be your best.
In the cries for freedom, you brand them as foes,
While turning oppressors into revered heroes.
This leader, feasting on lies within his grasp,
Divides social media, a cunning, divisive clasp.
But how will you clothe the tears of the anguished and sad?
Begin by donning the clear lens, and see the truth you’ve had.
Written by PP Yuri – Author of this Indepedent blog…