The frogs croak in the rain
Listening for favours to pour in
Dreaming of the easy way out of life
In the jostling of power to take the price
There is silence in the air
The frogs can't hear a sound of play
The bag men aren't coming today
They are busy engineering to stay
The incompetence in work
It will not bring good cheers
The leaders have failed in their tasks
They spend time to hold on to power
The frogs croak in the rain
They see a way out for them
If only the bag men come a calling
They may want to sink into it
Now they can only listen
The rain cry the wind brushing it away
Leaving the marks of the echo in the minds
The back door has no reason to stay
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