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Tragedy on Democracy 2 by praygod

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Tragedy on Democracy 2

Reggae

0:002:58
Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
Wake up to the pounding drum of freedom’s cry,
But streets are filled with hunger where the promises die.
They said the power’s ours, just reach for the sky,
Yet shadows steal the day while the hopeful lie.
Mama Africa's heart bleeds red in the dust,
Voices shout in vain, swallowed by distrust.
[Chorus]
Human right, human right, a wound that won’t heal,
Across these dusty lands, truth struggles to reveal.
Human right, human right, under skies that gray,
From Cape Town to Sahara, tears stain every day.
Oh... tragedy on democracy... no, we can’t look away.
[Verse 2]
Written laws stand tall in libraries and halls,
But in the cracked mud villages, justice swiftly falls.
Soldiers march at dawn where the children dream,
Silent cries are louder than the morning beam.
Elections roar like thunder, but the rain won’t drop,
Waiting in the line, hearts ready to pop.
[Chorus]
Human right, human right, a wound that won’t heal,
Across these dusty lands, truth struggles to reveal.
Human right, human right, under skies that gray,
From Lagos to Nairobi, voices stray.
Oh... tragedy on democracy... still we rise and pray.
[Bridge]
How long will we walk the road paved with lies?
While leaders sell hope under clouded skies?
Youth blaze with fire, but the system snuffs the flame,
Truth behind bars, while lies run the game.
Yet beneath the stars, ancestors chart our fight,
Every fallen tear feeds seeds of light.
[Chorus]
Human right, human right, a wound that won’t heal,
Across these dusty lands, truth struggles to reveal.
Human right, human right, under skies that gray,
From Congo to Soweto, hope finds a way.
Oh... no more tragedy... let the people have their say.
[Outro]
Raise your voice like thunder in the silent night,
For sisters shackled, brothers crushed from fright.
Democracy lives not on paper, but in the free,
Not in chains or guns, but in the people’s plea.
Let the people have their say... let the people have their say...