A town hall,
Where we gather to discuss our falls,
Try to rise up and stand tall.
We are tired of the walls.
It limits our football.
So we gather at the town hall.
Our thoughts are aired
No matter who is head.
The target is to be heard,
And not to behead
The sheep in its herd,
Because they voted you as a shepherd.
Let us all speak,
For in unison, our voices will stick.
The stone hearts will be shattered.
Our needs will be catered
For. It will be much better
Than a balablu blu blu bulaba.
