Despite Their Pocketful of Promises

If you come to my occasion Maybe birthday or dedication You'll be to me like a red rag to a bull Asking for rice knowing the price of a bagful Our common and daily food Is becoming an august food Either our leaders aren't aware Or they just don't care This continuous bulging in the price of rice Coming from a government thought will be super-nice Is nothing but a rape of hope Pushing the masses to where they'll never be able to cope With the lamentation of those who market rice in bagful(s) And the masses that don't have their pocketful We don't need a teacher to tell us that the situation has become rotten Yet they want to make the rotten situation golden Those who failed to achieve their pocketful of promises See this rottenness as golden to make many more promises Our situation is either feast or famine Which we all need to examine The rapes and the ravages are too many that make us pickle While the precautions are too little that make us tingle In their timetable they've made it turn by turn It's left for us to learn or continue to yearn