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