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There are books written on republic
There are nations born as republic
Yes, there is so much of blood and faith in the name of republic
Now I learned how to trade a republic
In the day marked for the feast and hoist
There was a trader bureaucrat in our soil
He minced no words to praise our subservience
He winked at our glory and pittance alike
He wooed and booed us the same time
He ate and crushed our delicacies
He left us without a trace of dust
Only now I know he has secured a deal
That can turn us into a heap of dust or nuclear mist
We are mastering the art of slavery
Without knowing the pittance of pain
I heard the other day about spying with 15,000 cameras
Now I started hating my two naked eyes
That can hardly see anything beneath the wolverine faces
Now I started wooing the name of leaders who etch their names
Now I started fetching my fate in the signatures
Of scoundrels that trade our future centuries
Who are we heralding the flags and fists ?
Who are we hissing for in the darkness?
Even my poisoned mind has realized its mundane existence
Even my pillaged self has realized the bait offered in my name
When bait and beat becomes one, I will trade my coffin in thy name