The strong muscular boatman rows
On the calm river on his boat
Gliding with his oars in the water
He pushes hard biceps expanding
Rowing his boat plying for his trade
He stares at the ferry terminal
Built by his people years ago
The sweating labourers and hard workers
For his country he thought worth it
Then the big players take over
He loses his job so are his people
Rowing along the calm river
He watches the scenes
Thinking of those years gone
Where he is the chief of his people
Now he has nothing
Only as a boatman rowing along the river
The economy blooms
It brings joys and bountiful
Then it suddendly turns awful
Companies close down people jobless
Parading along the streets
Under the dim lights hawking for services
The ills of modern living
It makes the people lose bearing
He rows his boat
Slowly gliding along the calm river
He has his plan in secret
He just waits for the opportunity
To get back what is belonging to his country
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