Out Cry

How will our mood be good When we have no good food We have no jobs So we sleep like mobs They say we are lazy And we give up easily Some of us then turn to touts and criminals Our pupils, we send to streets and terminals Some bring us token But the law they've all broken Most of us struggle hard Sunshine or raining we work like mad Though we laugh more than cry Support them and the country We ask " God why this big gap and unfairness?" But Mosques Churches and Shrines we go to ask for forgiveness Country of ours we vote to suffer Country of theirs to oppress with tender They bribe traitors and vailians we are in discord If not revolution will have taken place in accord One day it will be better is one of our mottos The words we heard were on our forefathers grottos.