- May 4, 2021
- 3,003
The cry 'We don't want war!' reverberated through the air, its fervor amplified by the microphone. This resounding plea was soon mirrored by a symphonic chorus, echoing the same sentiment.
Bangkok, a city where modernity intertwines gracefully with tradition, has long served as a crucible for the voices of Thailand. Here, political expressions are a daily tapestry, yet this day marked an anomaly. The wide streets, pulsating with the vibrant breaths and applause of life, were abruptly enveloped by a dissonant melody, as deep bass notes wove through the clamor, casting an unsettling pall over the gathering.
Bangkok, a city where modernity intertwines gracefully with tradition, has long served as a crucible for the voices of Thailand. Here, political expressions are a daily tapestry, yet this day marked an anomaly. The wide streets, pulsating with the vibrant breaths and applause of life, were abruptly enveloped by a dissonant melody, as deep bass notes wove through the clamor, casting an unsettling pall over the gathering.
"If you can hear the sound of the song,
You shall come back with the troops."
You shall come back with the troops."
The resonant depth of the vocal melody enveloped the space, harmoniously entwined with the symphonic 'bang' of a guitar. Around, people swayed, each movement a dance of cognition, as their minds endeavored to assimilate the confluence of sounds.
"It is the commonalty's melody,
Ordinary people like us."
Ordinary people like us."
In an instant, all sounds were swallowed by a profound silence. In that suspended moment, realization dawned upon the crowd. With urgency, they reached for friends, family, and lovers, their movements a dance of survival, as they began to flee. Emerging from this void, the rumble of drums resonated, now carrying a voice clearer and deeper than before.
"If you can hear the rumble of drums,
It is the masses' footsteps."
It is the masses' footsteps."
The vocalist's timbre transformed, brimming with patriotism, his song resonating with newfound fervor. The drums, erstwhile harbingers of war, now thundered with an unyielding cadence, a clarion call to the ordinary souls, urging them to rise.
"Echoing with the force of freemen,
Under the same sky."
Under the same sky."
As the vocal strains faded, the streets became a canvas of freedom, with throngs of people moving as one. In a spontaneous, almost rehearsed moment, a chorus rose from their lips. Their voices, interwoven, offered a soothing embrace in the shadow of impending war. Through this symphony of solidarity, the persistent rumble of drums continued, unceasing.
"The stars still sparkle and shine,
Brightly so in dark times in the sky.
Tie our hearts together,
Have faith in fighting for victory.
Applaud as if it's the drums,
And declare our will to never let.
Liberty and rights be tampered with,
Yet so long as we are alive.
Grasp each other and march forward,
We are friends."
Brightly so in dark times in the sky.
Tie our hearts together,
Have faith in fighting for victory.
Applaud as if it's the drums,
And declare our will to never let.
Liberty and rights be tampered with,
Yet so long as we are alive.
Grasp each other and march forward,
We are friends."
