Governance is like gardening

But when the powers that be take off their gloves

The ones that need protecting, keep suffering

Suited ravens and crows devouring the bleeding doves

The fragile growing stems and shoots

Which make up our Nation, our People

Rage into thorns instead of fruits

To the poisoners on the steeple

Who were put on there to defend their freedom

Now themselves the Nation's demons

Silencing the masses's voices without any reason

Illegally covering their own treason

It comes down to the citizens themselves

To descend from their shelves 

To repel and oust the incompetent cartel

To use their intel and yell for Liberty's bell

For this is the way we honour our brave ancestors,

Our sons, daughters and their futures

By standing up and saying no to going astray

Maybe, just maybe one blessed day, 

We truly may

Celebrate our Independence Day