In the past year,
arose a certain fear,
that a certain end is near,

The end of an establishment,
where an illusion could pretend,
that democracy can itself defend.

pink glasses did disappear,
with Trumps second career,
the age of egoism is here.

Fate is in our hand,
has democracy to end?
can europe heal and mend?

To fight for equality,
for the people to be free,
or is it back on our knee.

To bow to weapon and king,
whatever future this might bring,
we should gather under Justicias wing,

The truth is, now we can see,
the results of unserious democracy,
for too long, watching, drinking tea,

these times are a waking sting,
to end discord within,
future might have war to bring

Once more the sword might be taken,
but future is not yet forsaken,
the real war is faught with education,
as knowledge leads to liberation.

A democracy is as good as its people are,
and educated people do not wish for war.
Never again we shall cut knowledge and truth,
this leads to missguidance and abuse.

Knowledge of what might be lost,
awareness of a wars true cost.
Will let us fight more dedicated,
to prohibit that freedom is eridicated.