time to change a new breed

The under current

There is something moving

The murky water can't see

The ripples going many lines

We stop and watch

Thinking what will it be

Of our lives running to it

Will we live to enjoy our labour?

Something in our souls

We can't see how it will be

The fruits of our labour

Going into different ways

The herd of cows

Lead by its leader

Walking on the road

Cow dung for all to smell

The town council heads

They don't see it

They never walk on the road

Something is wrong in our eyes

Changing clothes

Using different brand of aroma

Trying to pull wool over our eyes

But the smell of bad is out there

It's the end of a long story

The party of cows will go

To the slaughter's house

It is time to change a new breed