The cloudy sky
Turning into rain
Drizzling to stamp its marks
The old ways washed away
The water lick the drain
Debris, dirt and what not
Claiming the wash out of society
Gathered pitiful rejects
Arguing the merits forgetting mistakes
On corruption and cronyism
On the ground rainfall hit
Harder as the mighty wind sing
Traveling leisurely surveying its marksmanship
As the rain crawl into the drain
The total change must arrive
Cosmetic surgery isn't solving the dilemma
It is just made the old looking new
Underneath the wrongs haven't corrected
As the foundation is weak
Of moral issues and wealth crimes
It isn't the solution to make believe
it is better to get on with it
Bite the bullet
Stamp the flow
Let the honesty be the light
The way life pursuits should be
Fair in every aspect of it
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