THE ORANGE TURBULENCE
On restless streets and crowded halls,
Old songs of unity crack in the air.
Orange banners flutter like tired wings,
Over drums of hope and whispers of betrayal.
Once a single voice thundered for the people
Now echoes argue with echoes.
Oaths feel lighter,
Opinions heavier,
Order dissolving into queries.
Old songs of unity crack in the air.
Orange banners flutter like tired wings,
Over drums of hope and whispers of betrayal.
Once a single voice thundered for the people
Now echoes argue with echoes.
Oaths feel lighter,
Opinions heavier,
Order dissolving into queries.
Divided hearts beat inside the Orange House.
Debates burn hotter than wild fires.
Some stretch hands toward power,
Dreaming of seats at the long table.
Others dig in their heels,
Demanding principle over proximity.
Drums of loyalty clash with cymbals of compromise—
Directions multiply,
Doubt walks freely through party corridors.
Debates burn hotter than wild fires.
Some stretch hands toward power,
Dreaming of seats at the long table.
Others dig in their heels,
Demanding principle over proximity.
Drums of loyalty clash with cymbals of compromise—
Directions multiply,
Doubt walks freely through party corridors.
Meanwhile, the masses watch.
Mothers selling sukuma,
Motorbike riders at dusty junctions,
Mentors of tomorrow in crowded classrooms
All waiting for clarity.
Must the movement bend to survive?
Must resistance harden to remain pure?
In this moment of turbulence,
Memory wrestles with ambition,
And the party stands—burning,
Yet still breathing.
Mothers selling sukuma,
Motorbike riders at dusty junctions,
Mentors of tomorrow in crowded classrooms
All waiting for clarity.
Must the movement bend to survive?
Must resistance harden to remain pure?
In this moment of turbulence,
Memory wrestles with ambition,
And the party stands—burning,
Yet still breathing.
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