FreeDumb is Here

 FreeDumb is Here

Look at the king yawning on his throne

The so-called leader is in fear

In doubt whether he should be here 

One with a scepter but can't command 

Only the question of why he has the hand

Is it really supposed to be him? 

Allies believe it's the king's calling.

Of course, he made calls to get there

Some say it took courage 

Maybe bumping off many in courage to get there

A king with no prowess, no, he can't lead

   Is it supposed to be him, though? 

He's a puppet king, confirmed

Vulnerable to induced swings, no stand 

Though he plays his cards right 

Only a matter of time(it'll turn dark from bright)

The king is clueless; nothing but promises

   Was he the best we could find? 

Respondents say they never placed him there

Allies say he deserves the throne 

Yet to dynasties, a puppet in a war fair

He's trying, but not in the right way

A king with no voice of command 

Only questions of constant reassertion 

Is it really supposed to be him?

(And the king sends the guard against his people. The guard is outnumbered.)

He's shedding tears now, look. 

He's in regret, just look at him 

Sent to represent the interests of the lion supreme

One who told him he'll be a hero if he goes to the streets 

Only forgot to say to him the body's no steel 

Maybe forgot to ask him who'll raise his family once he's gone 

He's dying, oh look, he's leaving us

Where's the beauty of fighting in ignorance 

Somebody tell me the good in fighting for the freedom not ours, but for them. 

Convince me of the positives of a divided people: difference is only a piece of cloth. 

Look at the society that still utters the word unity 

Crumbling on the same utterance, maybe the word itself in pity

We're falling, we're surely going down

Keep me in your hearts when I'm gone, the lion roars

I'm trying my best to save what's lost, affirms the one in power

He's a distraction, one that is to blame (words of the third party, allied to the second) 

Just give us peace and survival, the songs of the majority

We who are never heard until we fight

We who will never learn until there are cries

Cries from a battle we fight not for us, but for the lion supreme

The lion supreme...

The lion supreme...

©amimoh