The dictator says, Change?.. No thanks!
But he is frightened
By the masses
He's lied and tortured
And they're not asses.
He calls upon his loyal
Thugs, police and trash
To stop the people from "acting rash."
He stalls for time
He asks for demands
He sits there with his bloody hands.
He orders violence
To clear the streets;
The same old crap he repeats.
The people hold out
With great pride,
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