The Fall of Kamala

Had Kamala’s shadow won the day,
A pall of darkness would choke the way.
Despair would grip the hearts of all,
In a world where hope could only fall.
Confusion would twist each thought and mind,
Hunger’s cruel claws leave none behind.
Anger would blaze in every street,
Crime would fester where souls would meet.

Bullying, a plague, would crush the weak,
Slavery’s chains bind all who seek.
Debauchery’s stench would taint the air,
Every foul thing thriving there.
A world of sorrow, a world of pain,
Where light and love could not remain.
Kamala’s reign, a merciless throne,
Would turn our hearts to ash and stone.

But lo, the tide of fate was turned,
Kamala fell, her banners burned.
Defeated, crushed, her power no more,
Light broke through the darkened door.
Hope now rises, soft and clear,
Warming hearts that once knew fear.
The world awakens, begins to mend,
As dreams of peace and joy ascend.

People thrive where shadows fled,
Fields of green where tears were shed.
Anything is possible, the heart decrees,
A future bright as sunlit seas.
No longer bound by chains of night,
We soar, we build, we chase the light.
Kamala’s doom has set us free,
To shape a world where all can be.