The curtains will fall
The end of play is coming
The group of actors and page boys
They are lined up listening to the call
The plays running for decades
Into people's lives consoling their setbacks
With tokens here some there
The simple folks just can't understand
The tricks of their trades
Honed it in decades of deceiving
“You help me I help you”
The rural folks allegedly fall
The basket of goods
The simple lives lived happily
Even with thatched leaves
Without piped water and electricity
The older generations
They thought this was good
Only the younger generations realize
They were fools to fall for the cheap trades
They have seen the leaders lived
In mansions or bungalows.....
Branded expensive cars, servants and fun
Smoking expensive cigars, jewelries and brandy
What the villagers have
It can't survive the next generation
The decades they got fooled
Now the drumbeats of change
They know they have to make a stand
For the country depends on them to wake up
Enough of playing a passive role.......
It's time to profit high interest rates
The curtains will fall
No matter what the actors will say
The script has been written
The 13 episodes finally done
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