the dark pit

Bee Anne pot holes

There are so many on the road

When its leaders drive through

They curse and scold under their breath

When its leaders reach the destination

The wake up call they don't see

They pretend everything is okay donkey

The stubborn minds refuse to take

When ask about reports

Everything is fine they will say

The painting of good vibes

They hope to get into the bag of goodies

Time is hard for the ordinary folks

Even the foreigners have dumped equity shares

They smell something rotten in our economy

Only the main televisions channels and newspapers stay quiet

The potholes Bee Anne leaders fall

By the time they are in the holes

They start to scream and cry in pain

But nobody will listen; nobody cares

The decades of sin

It finally comes crushing down

Ali Baba and the forty thieves

The dark pit and the lid closes in

Now they are running

Wishing the tails will go away

In the dark what can they see?

The decades of sins marching in