No
sympathy for crooks
They
use to plunder the nation's wealth
Now
let the law enforcement officers do
Use
the laws to book these bad hats
The
educated followers turned blind
By
the cash in kind in their minds
When
the bad smell floating in the air
They
think of magic scents
They
don't see the bad
They
encourage it to go on
The
thieves of Ali Baba
The
drums of oil carry away
It
takes the willed of the people
Finally
they bring the crooks down
Like
the fall of Humpty Dumpty
Broken
pieces scattered by the wind
The
songs in Bamboo River
The
steel drumbeats calling names
No
sympathy for crooks
They
harvest what they cooked
No comments:
Post a Comment