the mists have gone

The mists of Bee Anne

The leaders weave the magic

The good picture from afar

Belying the truth

The leaders keep drumming up

Support us for progress and development

They sing the familiar tunes

The pockets open swallowing the wealth

Nothing matters to these leaders

They want the riches in the quickest possible way

Telling the truth we don't expect them to say

Until they are brought down to their knees

If we don't change Bee Anne

We are doomed in our own land

The wealth of our Nation

We are losing it to a few

Now the mists are gone

The picture of mismanagement rules

The secrets the leaders hide under OSA

Change the government we will see the light