The proxy comes a knocking
He thinks he has the balls to sing
Right on the stage he wants
Nobody wants him to ring
Once it was easy
When money wasn't the bandwagon
Every one had a simple wish
Let us live in harmony
The races had no skin
They just knew they need to cooperate
Living together to make the country great
Until the new master turned old...
Things haven't moved harmoniously
Along the way the bottle necks and divide and rule
The racist attacks forgetting the early foundation
We are children of God....
Now the class distinction
Like the days of the caste system
The ruling elites make it worst
We have to change before it is too late
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