the way is down the slope

Red and white

Thinking to return

The days of wilderness

Its leaders can’t take it

A year ago, it had

Lost its power base

The leaders charged and on trial

Eventually, the smell of Bamboo River

Yet red and white

The way is down the slope

Its leaders haven’t learned

They think they rule the nation

Red and white

The changes have arrived

There is no way back to the top

Don’t its leaders read the sign?

Once the power is gone

It will be for a long time

It’s the cycle in routine

Red and white will see its fall

Now it signs a pact

With the green moon

Thinking to capture back the power

On a race and religion ticket

The karma is to fall

The sooner its leaders learn it

It will save them the energy and time

For the nation can’t allow them to return