jkr homes

Once the JKR quarters

The houses were occupied

By the staff who transferred

For a few years the houses lighted

When they left the quarters

The houses slowly turned rotten

The roof tiles broken

The window panes disappeared

The main doors broke down

The temporary porches too

The JKR director and officers

What were they doing?

The few houses occupied

The staff never bothered too

It isn't their properties

The sad case the houses died

This is the malady

Of the government servants

Nobody wants to say

They mind their own businesses