Millions of bicycles,
Whistled through the dense jungle
Of a undefeatable fortress
Safe and Sound,
The people thought
Soldiers were armed,
Against a wrong direction
Caught off guard,
Walked breezily through dead
Long streets
White towels flying in the air
Leaving a bunch of traumatized prisoners
Flags were changed
Kings were changed
People has also changed
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