How can this be a Democracy? 
When what is said in fact, is silenced
And by who's decree? Some political party
whose answer to everything is violence

if all the pages of history turn black
will our future be, a Tyrant's dream?
Or will you fight fiercely for everything back
Knowing the truth is not, what they scream

To burn a book, is to cut of the wings
Of a Phoenix in it's youth
And from the ashes, tiny ember flashes 
Will scald skeptics with the truth

Fire in the heart of Tilotamma from the start
Burned Auburn for Musafir's ordeal
How could he betray, the flames that slay
Tyranny in it's Achilles heel

Alas! The fallen hero, could not stand
While his pen was swallowed by the sand
The barren ground on which he stood
Sunk lower, than he ever could 

The Tears of Tilotamma flowed dry
After the cinders fulfilled their purpose
This Celestial Nymph's courage died
Because the wanderer felt 
The ordeal he was dealt was worthless 

How can this be a Democracy?
When we fear no one can save us
No Underdog or Vigilante Authority
To stop them, before they enslave us

How can this be a Democracy?
When tomorrow they'll take my tongue
They might even take my lips to guarentee
These verses are never sung
 

Based on the protagonist of A Thousand Unspoken Words by Paulami Duttagupta