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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFNa2_1sVTo

Fragments, of shattered hopes,
Is all that has been left to gather,
After the politician, has come and gone,
Promises made, promises broken.

Fragments, of shattered lives,
Is all that has been left, to mourn,
Cruel gift, from entities without virtue,
Gathering daily, to new acts of roguery,

The battle, will be won at the grassroots,
That is the place, of freedom;
The battle, will be won at the grassroots,
That is the place, of victory.

Mother, sitting head bowed in sorrow,
Father, hard at work, unsure of tomorrow,
Brothers, sister looking ahead,
Wondering what sadness, lurks beyond.

Rivers of tears, will not heal your lands:
The broken earth, brokenhearted,
The barren trees, standing, dejected,
Like skeletons, of abandoned scarecrows.

The birdsongs, may again return,
The magic, lies in your hands,
The future, may again be bright as the stars,
The magic, lies in your hands.

The battle, will be won at the grassroots,
That is the place, of freedom;
The battle will be won, at the grassroots,
That, is the place of your victory..

The battle, will not be won by blood and tears,
The battle will be won, by hard resolve,
The battle will be won, at the grassroots,
That is the place, of your victory:
The grassroot

"From the north and the east the tearful fled away,
From poisoned swamplands, foul with decay,
Seeking succor, from their poverty woes,
Seeking respite, from unbearable throes.

Big city: gold field of hope, for the bounty train;
Big city: sad reality to become, of bounteous pain;
Big city: the clime they also find, of vast obstructions.
Big city: where dreams come, destined for destruction.

Where again will they flee, the constant strife,
The ceaseless disasters, the angst of daily life?

At home, there are only torrents of anguish,
Far away they journey, far away they languish,
From Europe, the Americas and far away Asia,
Battered spirits yearn, for the comfort of amnesia."


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78p9Wv4VO9o

"We once had heroes:
Who now watch aghast, in eternal alarm,
Their hard-won prize, once a fertile farm,
Become wasteland, of weed and brambles,
A playground, for thieves, who live to gamble."


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eDIZtVjVxjg

Places of pleasure, they turn to death traps,
Laying dead, destroyed, reduced to scrap.
Where once there was a bustling factory,
Becomes shrine, for purveyors of Calvary.

Where once there was a place of comfort,
Now a place of tears, gnashing, discomfort,
Lost for purpose, the saviors mingled with the mess,
Lost for a savior, the land festered in distress.

From the north and the east the tearful fled away,
From poisoned swamplands, foul with decay,
Seeking succor, from their poverty woes,
Seeking respite, from unbearable throes.

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