they still cry like babies

 

The promises

It may turn out to be lies

When it takes too long

To get the fruits to satisfaction

It is 64 years

One race still can't get it going

Though old age has come

Yet they still cry like babies

The promises

Give a race an opportunity

Now it becomes a wall of benefits

Addicted into smoking free

A race should wake up

Else one day a colonization will become

Under the economic power of a nation

Within the easy loans for entrapment

The promises

It runs for 64 years

Growing old in our eyes

Yet they still cry like babies