The changes we seek
We dream of it every time
The politics of our days
Stuck in the divide and rule game
The addicts of bags of rice
The addicts of brown envelopes
Every time there is a general election
The subtle ways to entice the addicts
They don't see their wrong
They only think of themselves
The crumbs in their hands
They think they are rich
Now the changes we seek
It will come once again in our lives
On 19 November the light of hope
Spread its wing of glorious rays
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