the pile of cow dung

The pile of cow dung

It would make us see

Those were the years

We couldn’t make a day

Those in power would derail

They kept feeding the false news

They passed the law of Fake News Act

Cowing us to stay quiet and mind our business

But events proved otherwise

We made our votes matter

We kicked out the bad hats

It was May 9

The dawn of new hope and sunshine

It made us realize we could change

We mustn’t be afraid of the government

We put our representatives to manage

Still they too must realize

Do the work for us and nation

Else they will suffer the same fate

The voters hold the reign of power

In every 5 years we make our choice

Now the pile of cow dung

The bad hats will surely pay

Do they hear the ringing bell of Bamboo River?

They may feel the fear behind bars

Caging them for a long time

This is karma

Nobody can escape its web