Revolution doesn’t come in a day or two,
It comes with blood, lives and oppression too.
It comes with the flow of the oppressed blood,
It comes with the loss by drought and flood.
It comes with the oppressed fear and oppressor’s joy,
It comes with hatred’s roy.
It comes with oppression towering high,
Wrapped up in the newspaper’s lie.
It comes with a glimpse of hope,
and with the slaves suicidal rope.
It comes with lies, truth and danger too,
with cowardice, courage and struggle too.
The struggling trapped in cell,
To the media making hell.
The tyrant silencing its crowd,
To the oppressed crying out loud.
From ignorance and denial,
To the brave facing the trial.
The crowd dreaming to be free,
Till it lands in the History.