The wealth of the nation
Where has it gone today?
People in the villages
They never know
The city folks
They hear it so often
The wealth of the nation
Through the pocket holes
The shadows run
Into the deep dark hole
it is said nobody dares to go
The land crocodiles eat you alive
The twists and turns
Publishing the good news
So the people get trapped
Of the bad news hardly come to print
The wealth of the nation
The staggered distributions
Into the pockets of a few
The majority cry like the falling rain
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