Echoed Glory

In the shadows where the whispers ignite, Three factions clash, all ready to fight, Divided we stand, a nation torn apart, Ideologies clash, but where's the heart? Right-wing zealots, marching in the night, Eyes on the prize, they’re ready to bite, While the left’s on the fringes, lost in their dreams, In a world gone mad, nothing’s as it seems. History echoes with the sound of despair, Waterloo moments, do we even care? Blood on the streets, the flags start to wave, A republic in ruins, we’re digging our grave. The truth's a weapon, but lies lead the way, In the chaos of power, the innocent pay, With each passing day, the darkness expands, As we fracture our fate with our own two hands.