the outsiders

The outsiders

They write and tell us

What's wrong in our nation?

If only we come to it

The PR machinery swings in

They try to discredit it

Painting the sky cloudy

Telling us don't believe the stories

But the truth never sing

The ministers keep quiet

Even they may have known

The truth in their minds

They try to show in unity

The cohesion in their efforts

But we know it isn't true

They have something to hide

The outsiders never know

How we work and our cultures

Maybe they can fool the rural follks

But town and city folks we know better

The devil woman on the rise

In the corridor of shadows and back doors

The big red eyes glowing in the dark

And she smiles so sweetly

“Believe me children

I tell you the truth

In the ground where I lay

I listen to your woes”

But is she?

She wants to eat her cake

She isn't going to share

So we better wake up