"When they go low, we go high"
A magnificent, articulate cry
Beyond cauldrons of indignity
So magnifying in chicanery
Blindfolding a nation in apathy
We must never be daunted
But look them as so haunted
To stampede our dreams
Using every lie as their means
They cannot hack our mind
As they struggle to repeal us blind
So here and now in felicity I say
Be the change you wish for today.
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