all the potholes

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