the day 12

Down from the hill
Smell the agony of lies
Buttered it with cash
The branded cars driving away

Leaving trails of misery
Of deceits camouflaged in projects
Costs keep increasing year by year
The taxpayers cry wastage on their hard work

The wind of change
It sings right at your door step
The stairs to freedom
The choices make

As the sky white and blue
Black spots return......
Rain sheets of it
Wet the ground, rivers, and wells

Down from the hill
Smell of agony of lies
We may as well don't pay taxes
We set our own funds

The wheel of change
The country must evolve with it
She can't be one sided train
The branded cars driving away