The sad MIC
It can’t even stand
in
The seat in its
traditional hold
Now it leaves with
one seat
The sad MIC
Don’t dream of the
its heyday
It has gone for
good
Its members better
wake up
There will be
nothing left
With its leaders
forgetting their roots
Like Am Ci A
shouting coconuts
But the fruits
never fall from the coconut trees
The sad MIC
Face the exit
Don’t dream of its
heyday
It will never come
again
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