All
the potholes
Along
the road
It
finally tarred it
Years
of seeing
Of
the adhoc patching work
Now
it looks new
It
says of General Election
Coming
to entice the people
There
will still some areas
In
the housing estates
It
may be tarred
For
the election gimmicks
Just
to say the government cares
When
the years gone
The
little napoleons kept quiet
We
don't need the gimmick
As
if we have to beg to get it done
Let
Bee Anne sink deep underground
Let
the party struggle to breathe
Under
the heavy loads of dirt and water
Let
the party feels its sad tales
This
is the time
To
get our act right
Otherwise
we will face
The
future of bad race
If
we don't change our thinking
If
we don't change our ways
Then
we don't complain