Wednesday, January 16, 2019

the sad MIC


The sad MIC
It can’t even stand in
The seat in its traditional hold
Now it leaves with one seat

The sad MIC
Don’t dream of the its heyday
It has gone for good
Its members better wake up

There will be nothing left
With its leaders forgetting their roots
Like Am Ci A shouting coconuts
But the fruits never fall from the coconut trees

The sad MIC
Face the exit
Don’t dream of its heyday
It will never come again

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