The
Red shirt
Pay
money to appear
The
thugs on the road
The
true colour to intimidate
The
police will watch
Nobody
will be arrested
Until
the public file complaints
Else
it is the usual trade
The
ruling elite leaders
They
sit in their comfort zones
They
don't say a word
They
comfort their own
The
public aren't fools
We
know why they do
The
street intimidation
Even
threats of public abuses
We
hold our peace
We
will wait for the day
The
pens and crosses ride
The
light over the dark
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