The nation sings the blues
The strumming patterns aren't in rhythm
The sound of melody whoring without rules
The ears pick up erratic distortions
The people sing the blues
Like the nation the crying bell
Ring it loud but deaf can't hear
Busy branding power; counting the rays
The land sings the blues
The natural ecology slowly disappears
By the greedy land grabbers joining with authority
Destroying nature the bad wind ringing its anger
The back door busy playing games
The committees of talking nothing in blues
Rocking Rona keeps rising its bar
It has no answer to put out the flames
The nation sings the blues
The people crying bell
The back door busy playing games
It has no answer to put out the flames
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