corridors open

Corridors declared open
The flow of wealth ushering in
The smell of crispy money
The projects! The projects! Ah the projects!

This is the election crying
See how good BN is
Don’t you know the sweet flow of honey?
It tastes sweet juicy you remember
The smell of new mint wealth

Simon says ‘swing to the left; swing to the right’
The middle ground cracks open
The glow of heated light
The smell of melting gold………….
The cold turkey buzzards call

The era of new wealth
The dying of the treasured land
Do you think it is worth it?
Allowing BN to do
Stamp the land we live in

The concrete jungle
The polluted land
Here lies the truth
The greed of Man

Corridors declared open
The evil souls roam
Hanging out signs
“Come to my world”