"Multitude of Soles"

"Multitude of Soles"

A big giant gong appears in the square

With a poised rugged look

Like a blood-thirsty armoured tank.

The gong began to beat itself,

Soon feet began to gather

Quickly they turned into a marching army.

The din of their liberation cry

Was heard far and wide

Drowning every sense of serenity left.

The young and old,

The heroes past and heroes now,

Rage and fate were all mingle together as one.

The giant gong lamented of a raging evil from the North,

Sitting on a lofty chair with a rich white caftan 

Wearing dark googles of bigotry and nepotism.

"The only way to this golden horizon 

Spreading before our eyes

Is a revolution, freedom to be"

"For the night won't be long

And our battles will soon be worn"

These were his exact words,

They began as whispers to our soul

But now they are the propelling force behind this multitude of soles.