The sound of thrashing and bashing
Fills the street with wailing and screaming
The sorrowful shrills of the mothers
Makes the soul quiver at its core
How long shall this unrest remain?
How often do the mothers have to beat their breasts?
The fathers stand aside with conscious fear
Looking for someone to step up and be a hero
Yet no one shows, no one appears, we all are timid!
Full of weakness, terrified with fear of death
The sovereign reigns with terror in the land
Yet there is no hero of in this town
All we hear is the sound of thrashing and bashing
And the cries and wails of the women in the streets.
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