the wealth of the nation share

The bells toll
High on the building
Ringing constant melody
Intruders horsing in

Half past 6 leaders
They don’t know what lies ahead
Believing what the division leaders say
‘Everything alright boss
You can rest assured’

Spreading goods amongst themselves
Ignoring the opposing camp
It isn’t for the people and country
It is for the winner taking it all

It is sad in the game
The bells toll ringing constantly
The hordes of marauding invaders
When they arrive
The people just let them
What is the point?
Both sides don’t share

The ground whisper
The third wave spring into life
Telling the people
‘You are the winner
Every step of the way’

When it finally happens
The wealth of the nation share
Amongst the people
No race no party affiliation
Freedom of choices
And hit the road
Singing praises to The Lord