Cold I was on the hottest day of the month
Laying limp and slumped on the dusty path floor
Trapped under the march of a hundred sole
Silence becomes of the rowdy roar
Slowly the world fades to a shadowy blur
Away I go to the land of no more
And all I did was want a little more
A consistent wage at every month
But lies were told, the truth is a blur
And my debt took root upon my floor
Many a night in frustration did I curses roar
For who is to blame, if the blame be sole
Hastened by news, about a gathering of sole
There is talk in the air; the masses tolerate it no more
“Finally we march” in excitements roar
And the date has been set for the end of the month
Elated flight my feet barely touching the floor
Now the truth seems no longer a blur
And the days came slow, till time was a blur
Action needed now, the saying was sole
The status quo most go, burn it down to the floor
I demand fair and we demand more
Change needs now, not the end of the month
In my head these thoughts continually roar
And it was that day came and the crowds did roar
And in great numbers they showed till the horizon was blur
Alas it is now; it’s the end of the month
And their burden is shared, the burdens not sole
Together we stand, with one voice demanding more
And our voices were great, that it rumbled the floor
But the soldiers came, a thousand boots on the floor
And with guns they tried to silence the rowdy roar
Revolution was caused, and sentiments grew more
There was panic, there was fire and the smoke was a hazy blur
To each his own, for the fear was sole
And so it is on this ill-fated month
As I yelled in fervor, a bullet struck me sole
In disbelief I slump slowly watching the world go blur