The
digging holes
It
never seem to get away
With
rainy season the water clogged
On
dry weather the big holes
We
try to ignore it
Every
day we hear the story
The
spinning wheel keeps turning
We
can't find solutions to its worry
The
corridor of shadows
The
apple-polishers ring
The
story of our times
We
try to ignore it
It
never get away
We
live; breathe on it; and dream
How
can we land so low?
Our
dignity our faces our values?
It's
the lies that breathe
Breaking
into our minds
It
never want to get away
We
can't forget without the truth
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