Oh Rama, Rama, what a plight,
The nation's soul, in fading light.
Friends, gather close, the truth I'll tell,
A mirror held, where shadows dwell.
Oh Rama, Rama, what a plight,
The nation's soul, in fading light.
Friends, gather close, the truth I'll tell,
A mirror held, where shadows dwell.
Stealing, fighting, blood-soaked ground,
Bribery's song, no virtue found.
Their time will wane, their power cease,
We shall prevail, and find our peace.
No more shall sorrow bind us down,
Stealing, fighting, blood-soaked ground,
Bribery's song, no virtue found.
Their time will wane, their power cease,
We shall prevail, and find our peace.
Where coffers bloom, in shadowed guise,
And grand schemes mock the people's cries.
In such a farce, our pride takes hold,
A mirror's gaze, the story told.
No donation, no learning's door,
This twisted truth, we must deplore.
The Doberman's triumph, a hollow cheer,
Where refuse heaps, and dangers near.
??? and the guns that appear.
No donation, no learning's door,
This twisted truth, we must deplore.
The Doberman's triumph, a hollow cheer,
Where refuse heaps, and dangers near.
??? and the guns that appear.
The music's theft, a global spree,
Plagiarized tunes for all to see.
Before this age, our heads we bow,
A mirror's gaze, reflecting now.
A mirror's gaze, reflecting now.
A mirror's gaze, reflecting now.
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