The
smoke from the fire
It
never want to disappear
It
writes patterns in the sky
The
wind getting angry with it
Down
on the greed
Under
the table flows
The
blind eyes don't see
The
toxic air to breathe
Even
that isn't enough
The
economic division comes alive
Branding
the society of high and low income
Granting
subsidies one party dislikes
That
maybe true
Round
the corner
The
Sedition claws sink in
Say
the wrong codes put in jail
The
Colonial law
It
should have put in the bin
The
yoke of the Colonialism
It
should have been gone ages ago
Now
the waiting to an end
The
change rearing to come and fly
Clean
up the acts and write new pages
The
nation of people cry for it
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