Anarchists' Sweet Requiem

Where whispers speak of Wonka's land A chocolate touch, but by Gloop's hand A tempting offer, a gilded cage Promises sweet, but fueled by rage Where the heart is led by a candy wand And freedom's cost is a bond beyond Gilded throne, a haunting tune, for silent crowds Subjects bound, come forth, heads down Their wills surrendered for gold and gowns To their rain sovereign [Verse] They come for the promise, the grand charade They come though the sparkle's a masquerade Within these walls (these ancient walls) Whispers of freedom, a forgotten call Still they bow, to crowns so hollow In the castle's shadow [Chorus] Oh, they dance in chains, a regal plight Where the heart is tamed, by the crown's might Beneath the spires (the spires high) Elephants parade, a sight so bittersweet Their trunks adorned, in jester’s guise, a kind deceit Marching through the cobble streets, for crumbs of gold Where Wonka’s whispers, of chocolate rivers, lured the old [Verse] And the young at heart, with dreams of grandeur, wander near Banners fly (the banners fly), the rebels cry, a wind of change Breaking chains, the voice of strife, a fire's rage In shadowed halls, the crowd's hush breaks The Anarchists' steps, it's now at stake Across the fields, with shadows long The chocolate's dark, but the spirit's strong Strains of blues, outside the gates, an anthem raw Guitar weeps tales of freedom's draw Under moonlight (moonlight's glow), anarchists move, a silent wave In the kingdom of chocolate, they shall not be slaves [Verse] A tattered flag, raised in the night, against Gloop's rule Their souls ignite, with a passion they fuel