In the heart of night where shadows conspire,
Whispers of change spark like a flickering fire.
With voices rising, like thunder they swell,
A pulse of defiance begins to rebel.

“We want a change of monarch,” the whispers clear,
For the crown buried in selfishness, not fear.
No longer a happy country, a place where we roam,
But a land where the inhabitants disagree on their home.

“We want a change in laws,” the whispers are firm,
All the land others own is a concern.
The rich hold authority, their power a flaw,
While the poor work like slaves, for what they’re made for.

United we stand, with dreams that ignite,
To build a new future, to reclaim what is right.
With hope as a banner, we echo our plea,
For justice and freedom, a chance to be free.

Censor the king! To freedom it shall bring!
Communism for all, it’s an idea that will swing.
From heart to heart, like a ball it will travel,
Uniting the masses, our power to unravel.

Hand in hand we will connect,
We’ll bring an end to this monarchy, wrecked.
We’ll dance through wars with a grin so wide,
To the freedom that blossoms, our spirits our guide.

(Influenced by the Russian revolution)