You don't see the dark
One misstep you fall in
Screaming alone hands waving
You hit your butt feeling the pain
You crawl out from the man-hole
Climbing ladder slowly at a step
Breathing the toxic smell
Flowing through dark hollow
Every where there are diversions
You can't decide which one to take
When your eyes see a ladder
You go right into it....
When the coast is clear
The darkness run in place
You hitched yourself out in the open
Breathing the breezy night air
Then you run to a secluded spot
Behind the tall buildings across the street
Papers floating along your way
You pick one up to read.......
The frogs jumping over
The principles all gone wrong
The mandate of the people
They conveniently push away
All for wealth on projects
The frogs seem to like it
The short term strategy milking it away
Now they sing like a trained parrot
“We got wealth
We got projects
We got ears
We sung our delights”
The night wind biting hard
Suddenly you feel cold inside
The strong surge of wind
Whirring loudly in the night
Under the canopy of darkness
You see a dim light shine
Slowly you walk
You read the message on the board
“You help me, I help you”
Forgetting about laws.....
As long as they get the bag of projects
When they spend time bridging the crowd
You walk away feeling disgusted
Of people still never wake up to lies
Parading it for decades..............
Until we lose our pride
You walk along
Pull high your collar
Trying to make it cool
When a police officer stops
“Where are you going?”
“I am going across the street”
“It is under curfew....
You better turn back?”
“What curfew?
How did it happen?”
“Where were you?
It has been for 3 nights”
You walk to the shadowy buildings
In the night every object is
Big large silhouette teasing along
You hear your own steps echoing
You try open doors
Many you have tried
Sweat form on your forehead
As the heat and disappointment rear
One last try one last door
You twist it opens wide
You step out you are somewhere else
Holding your mike asking another frog
Cameras click
Voices join in the chorus
The frog puts up a nervous face
He's afraid of his ill advice reasons
The political frogs
Money and its fishing lock
Personal gratification and justification
Throw away the voters' mandate
One misstep you fall in
Screaming alone hands waving
You hit your butt feeling the pain
You crawl out from the man-hole
Climbing ladder slowly at a step
Breathing the toxic smell
Flowing through dark hollow
Every where there are diversions
You can't decide which one to take
When your eyes see a ladder
You go right into it....
When the coast is clear
The darkness run in place
You hitched yourself out in the open
Breathing the breezy night air
Then you run to a secluded spot
Behind the tall buildings across the street
Papers floating along your way
You pick one up to read.......
The frogs jumping over
The principles all gone wrong
The mandate of the people
They conveniently push away
All for wealth on projects
The frogs seem to like it
The short term strategy milking it away
Now they sing like a trained parrot
“We got wealth
We got projects
We got ears
We sung our delights”
The night wind biting hard
Suddenly you feel cold inside
The strong surge of wind
Whirring loudly in the night
Under the canopy of darkness
You see a dim light shine
Slowly you walk
You read the message on the board
“You help me, I help you”
Forgetting about laws.....
As long as they get the bag of projects
When they spend time bridging the crowd
You walk away feeling disgusted
Of people still never wake up to lies
Parading it for decades..............
Until we lose our pride
You walk along
Pull high your collar
Trying to make it cool
When a police officer stops
“Where are you going?”
“I am going across the street”
“It is under curfew....
You better turn back?”
“What curfew?
How did it happen?”
“Where were you?
It has been for 3 nights”
You walk to the shadowy buildings
In the night every object is
Big large silhouette teasing along
You hear your own steps echoing
You try open doors
Many you have tried
Sweat form on your forehead
As the heat and disappointment rear
One last try one last door
You twist it opens wide
You step out you are somewhere else
Holding your mike asking another frog
Cameras click
Voices join in the chorus
The frog puts up a nervous face
He's afraid of his ill advice reasons
The political frogs
Money and its fishing lock
Personal gratification and justification
Throw away the voters' mandate
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