The pass by never miss a story about the jungle justice.
they narrate a seen of how it happened with no miss.
tensely, i heard those words with tears rolling down.
i ask my self the reason behind that fog.
the truth behind the letters that was written in coded form.
the constitution says , & that was the beginning of their plot.
their crocodile tears wasn't enough to get what they want.
the written kept changing with their bloody hand and yet we trust.
was it a way to satisfy their huge or a way to get what they want?
we all know the truth is bitter but our courage were never there to speak them off.
I head about some machines at those remoted places.
fireing guns like being possess with dark force.
In those days was never a day yet we keep using that without change.
you ask me why the prodiga son lost his cool to those pork?.
Is because there is never a change in a state until you make one.

END INJUSTICE!. END BRUTALITY!

we aren't slave .. we are fighting for our right...
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