courtesy mob's crib
The roads lay
Crafted in JKR way
So many working on a same job
You wonder the wastage of money
The taxpayers screaming silently
So many ministers in pm’s department
Doing what I don’t even know
Over-lapping of jobs I am sure
The sleeping beauty wants to sleep some more
Enlisted old guards
Thinking some know his style
A touch of base his own reality
He wants support within his surrounding
Now the ministers have to attend Parliament
This is good measure I support it
Now is the time the ministers prove their worth
Handling the portfolios entrusted to them
No more running away in some hideout
Discussing own affairs forgetting about their roles
To tell and answer questions
To the people representatives
I am afraid the old guards
They make the damage already
Carrying baggage of unsolved problems and PR
The sleeping beauty will stare at his defeat
In Parliament…………
The ground has swelled
The rumbling will be turned into in time
When the opportunity comes
The sleeping beauty won’t know what hit him
He will surely cry looking in the mirror
The writing is already on his wall
He never wants to listen
He never wants to learn
Only out through the exit doors
He will understand…..
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