There’s no freedom,
There’s no choice,
There’s only one ruler,
The dictator is here.
Nothing called democracy exists,
Will anyone be there to approach? Nothing is fixed.
Serving at our rulers feet , like slaves we sit,
The autocrat on our face he spits.
We’re pushed and thrown , like strewn garbage,
But who will ask? When there is no care and aid.
Such a despot he is , that bloody slime.
He calls him self the ruler of our time.