on broken wings

The days of no gravy train

The silence breeds on the ground

Even the wind isn’t whispering

Only the falling rain washes away

The tone of single beat

Hitting a lonely tune

Every sound hears

The beat never changes

Amno baru on broken wings

It doesn’t have the courage to see

Breed through power, greed and corruption

When God takes away, the party falls to its knees

The walls are crumbling

The debris falling on the ground

The signs are the implosion

Its party leaders can’t see straight

More will leave the party

They find there is nothing to say

The wrong approaches to stay relevant

Sleeping wit its foe to win a race

Let it die in its pity

Let history record its sorrow

Breed with cash is king it finally sees

The wayward sign plunges deep

It has to go

There is nothing left to say

Turn into ashes blow by the wind

In the whirring sound we can hear its crying shame