Thursday, April 21, 2016

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


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