They flew on the wealth of the people.
But never did love the people.
Like kids they played on their intelligence.
Ours is a new era of change they said.
Music of derision sang they to their ears sweetly:
Priding vain words on the wings of propaganda.
This administration has done absolutely nothing they said.
And no one in question questioned the sense in that.
And so the people embraced the broom of change.
With hope it would in time change their stories.
They waited and waited and waited.
Till their hope became a mist in the wakening of the day.
The lies nevertheless continued.
A man with a hat of lies took it as a job.
This government is working efficiently he said.
But the strong house would say something to the contrary.
Bold rats invaded the strong house.
And hunger the stomachs of the poor struck mercilessly.
Death with freedom took many wives for himself.
In all these the Biro kept touring the world.
Enemies were carelessly made by him.
And decisions like angry words harshly made by him.
No plan in sight for the people.
Only policies of hardship to terrorize their soul.
The change they waited for was chain.
And the broom a room of doom.
The new era of change they clamoured for,
Brought nothing but pain to them.
