May the despots fall.
And no longer walk tall.
May the good hearted rise.
And no longer be the diminutive size.
That\'s all i ask.
So in a peaceful world the good can bask.
Am i asking for an impossible dream.
Like an uphill flowing stream.
Is this world meant to be this way.
Where despots always have their say.
Only time will let us know.
Will they stay or will they go.