You've departed, fading away,
No trace of you shall time betray.
Exams annulled, dreams left torn,
Yet hopes of legends you've quietly adorned.
No relic of your reign shall I preserve,
What gifts to this world did you truly deserve?
The poor seek shelter, hunger's cruel embrace,
While the rich's coffers you filled with grace.
The world groans in silent plight,
Factories churning through endless night.
The common soul with empty hands pleads,
Yet crime's disguise, no one heeds.
The surroundings are hushed,
No sound, no rush.
We've held onto countless dreams,
But first, we'll crush our fragile seams.
The air stands still, no echo, no sound,
We dream of victories, where strength is found.
Students shall return, the poor shall thrive,
In harmony's rhythm, we'll feel alive.
No clash, no feud, only peace we seek,
Where hunger fades and justice speaks.
A nation bound by unity and love,
Where the poor find solace from heaven above.
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