Rallies always rap the heart of the society,
Maybe to enhance their rights and renew fertility
Is it to strengthen the tottering government’s treachery?
Or to retract money from the barking official’s fishery?

Every decision made by the chosen town head
Is meddlesome exerted by those reigning lead
They’re so proud of placing head gear to the stagnant King and Queen
Without thinking why my dignity is being bought by thin.

And now that menace is near calling delirious human rage,
Others are smudging friend’s repulsive nasal hemorrhage.
For them to hide their noose of jingling falling star
To withdraw once more sarcastic laugh from roughing radar

But subsiding revelation to zealous fierce action
Brighten the startling squint’s eyes to build association.
Not to tarry leader’s term but to howl for cobbler’s care
To unseal lame’s sarcasm and to return divine realm’s enthusiasm

The reeking of the righteous person is tantamount to God’s perfection
But the footprints of Satan are behind bad spirit’s erroneous notion.
That surpassing holiness is not the course of humanity
For even rallies can’t attain eternal will of divinity.
But discipline and unity can at least minimize the cry of entities
And progress with growth will feed thirst and vigilant necessities.