the bogeyman

The bogeyman

The country will have

Every year the name will be written

Among the people sometimes in whisper

The Amno leaders and its bandwagons

The henchmen and their fork tongues

Going around trying to stop the bogeyman

The ashes of shadow blowing high in the sky

The laughter ring in the air

There is no way to hide the face

The bogeyman has his dues

The exact vengeance dishonouring agreement

Every year the country will sing

The parade of celebrations the colourful races

Now there is a shadow lingering longer in the nation

The bogeyman rises to make his presence