The pot of gold
Once it shone brightly
Now it seems old
Living in emptiness
The fingers run
All over the gold
The ringing bells of alarm
Nobody says so
The pot of gold
Every one needs to get it
Save it up and keep it guarded
It is for the old age
Living in joy
Without the cortisols to steal it
Giving every one a good sleep
Dreaming of paradise
The pot of gold
The nation crying in shame
One race should wake up and see
Before it is too late to blame
The pot of gold
The nation natural assets in glow
Now of corruption and greed
The nation cries in shame and misery
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