Our ship is at the verge of wreckage
People on the shore scream
As we cry for survival
What do we do
When a kingdom is collapsing
How do we survive
The damage inflicted by
The political godfathers
Our economy is bad, our rights ceased
We uplift our eyes
Only to behold the dark skies
For all hope is gone
"Jettisson!" the seaman cries
For it's the only remedy
To this political chaos
So, let the whole world be on our side
As we protest, Jettisson!
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