Villagers of the old
Deep in the forest
Sleeping with the elements
No modern gadgets
It is only the rain, sun and shelter
The inhabitants see their history
Discarded like tins of milo
And a few hundred notes
The leaders of the tribes
Long gone to live in modern world
They rub shoulders with others
Plundering the nation's head of wealth
Yet the villagers of the old
They live without remorse
They think it is their fate
The lots of them living by the day
They see the polluted rivers
The daily exploits on the decrease
The polluted water glaring at their eyes
They still think it is their fate
Villagers of the old
Don't you see the sun?
Don't you realize you have been cheated?
The land and soil your live and die?
For generations you toil the land
For generations you dream of good life
Yet what you do taking handouts?
It is a disgrace to your forefathers
Once they were the feared warriors
Running bravely in the thick forests
Now look at your current dilemma
Discarded like tins of milo
And a few hundred notes
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