Friday, December 09, 2016

the dark pit


Bee Anne pot holes
There are so many on the road
When its leaders drive through
They curse and scold under their breath

When its leaders reach the destination
The wake up call they don't see
They pretend everything is okay donkey
The stubborn minds refuse to take

When ask about reports
Everything is fine they will say
The painting of good vibes
They hope to get into the bag of goodies

Time is hard for the ordinary folks
Even the foreigners have dumped equity shares
They smell something rotten in our economy
Only the main televisions channels and newspapers stay quiet

The potholes Bee Anne leaders fall
By the time they are in the holes
They start to scream and cry in pain
But nobody will listen; nobody cares

The decades of sin
It finally comes crushing down
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
The dark pit and the lid closes in

Now they are running
Wishing the tails will go away
In the dark what can they see?
The decades of sins marching in



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