the season of change

The fire we hear

The bad sinners spread

They don't care what they do

It is their own pockets they wanted

We can rant and get angry

Sometimes we worry about it

The nation wealth is slowly flying away

We seem rooted in our minds

We can't get it through

We seem to get road blocked

Looking at the traffic lights

Still showing the red sign

The bad sinners still free

Roaming the length and breadth of the nation

Telling more lies covering their tracks

We hear it so many times

When will the nation wake up?

Until she goes down on her knees?

We have to start the season of change

Let the fresh air circulate around us