They don’t agree
They are the saints walking in
The corridors of power
They sing the same melody
You hear it often
In the last 50 years
Yet countless reports made
Where are the reports now?
Gathering dusts somewhere in archives
Of history and of has been
Do hear Dr M saying about it?
He keeps silence on the issues
He talks of something else
I wish he doesn’t talk any more
He makes us looking bad
In the eyes of the world
Now the frogs better quickly jump
Across the fence and croak the new dawn
Let the world see it
There is hope for everybody
The corrupted leaders and officials
They better get ready to face the light
Littering into the darkness
They can’t hide any more
Our masked zorros
Whoever they are
They will make the show
The corrupted ones will fall
Like the bowling ten pins roll
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