the sad MIC

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