In that whistle endued trumpet now 
Silent are amongst the lower chords
The minor will then look for compromises,
Whilst ,the major always promises a lot
So narrow prophecy of societal growth
In equality , prosperity and peace too
These sounds of thunder;control slowly
And you kneel and break in grounds too
When that time,they come and questions
Your children and theirs start haunting
How can you unchain their slavery then
Or who would they choose to be a Master??
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