Red smells like thousands of angry peasants
Ready to break their long rusted and raggedy chains
Shackled they will be for no longer
A family covered in jewels of deep royal sapphire are now ghoulish ghosts lingering in a hollow castle
Its once regal robin blue walls decay to nothingness
Fallen crown shattered into pieces of dense lustrous gold
The Emperor is dead
Fueled by the people's shining ebony gun
He lay swallowed in dirt and soot
his royal majesty’s cruelness will be forgotten by time
White and red duel
but the people prevail
Whirlwinds of danger slow and waves that clash and collide with violent mannerism halt
The land’s longing for rain now answered with a shower of cleanness it tastes as sweet as freedom
Those voiceless can sing
the song of the nation
An ode to the struggles we faced
To come victorious like the phoenix rising from ash
its glorious amber feathers luminate in a time of deep darkness
Centuries of suffering whisked away with the swift and strong hand of the common man