The
rogues on the move
They
talk big with no substance
They
cry out God's Name
It
will be in vain
The
rogues have no pure hearts
They
have sinned in their lives
They
think they are holy
They
have dirt in their minds
In
their backyards they don't see
The
ill-treatments of the poor
The
homeless, the destitutes
Even
abuses of humans rights
Why
they have to shout?
Go
to the foreign countries
Show
your middle finger
And
see where you will land?
Our
people these rogues never fight and defend
They
don't make demands to correct the faults
They
are as quiet as the rats in the sewers
Waiting
for cheese to tempt them to make noise
Get
our house in good hands
Only
then we can make our noises high
We
will get the respect we needed it
Not
the shame; and divide and rule
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