A
few bad apples
They
wanted to spread ill feeling
Using
religion, race and royalty
In
the land of plenty
These
farm out boys
They
allegedly got the green light to say
Without
any police action or prosecution
The
way the speeches were reported
Even
police report made
Nothing
would come out of it
There
was no hurry to interview them
There
was no hurry to call them in
It
was just a close one eye case
The
files or report would be filed away
The
police officers would pretend
What
was there to say?
A
few bad apples
They
would make the whole nation looked bad
They
weren't the custodian of the nation
They
were the immigrants like most of us living here
With
a government falling sleep
The
farm out boys going out to make bush fires
Forgetting
this is the nation belonging to all of us
This
is the country we were born, live and die
A
few bad apples
Why
don't you look into the mirror?
Have
you prayed to God lately?
The
ashes of sin surely you don't forget
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