The
dreams are over
The
reality of the time
It
has finally docked at the yard
There
is no applause
The
evil doers
The
high seas kick them home
Into
the deserted yard
Only
some greasy palms stand
The
way it is
The
people want change
The
way of change is imminent
For
the good old ways must return
The
fear of God
The
work for the people and Nation
The
wealth must be equally distributed
The
policies must be fair and equal
The
current regime
The
rule and divide policy
What
it is said nothing really came
It
is just that “you help me I help you”
We
must not be afraid of change
It
is better for us in the long range
Our
future ties down in our hands
Don't
destroy our chances else we cry
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