The black gold from the East
Spinning out of night fall......
Entering in caves of Ali Baba
The pipe lines lay indiscreetly
The dreams of many
The magic glow in the minds
Nothing will stop them
It's the black gold!
The life of wealth
Measured by the greed
Hard work in crooked ways
Bending rules cronies escape
Some subsidies to the people
Let them feel how important
The fools they have been
Taking the crumbs
The contracts signed
The money transferred
Into cronies accounts
The holding trusts
You drop your pen
You bend down to retrieve it
Somebody walks by
Toppling over your chair
You fall flat on the floor
Legs and hands hit the concrete
You get up with bruises and sore legs
When you look around you see white uniforms
Rushing and running along
Chasing after emergencies
Nobody pays you any attention
You have small bruises no big deal
You wait at the lobby
Like others of small egos
At the mercy of the nurses
They don't come waiting a long time
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