Have you seen the sad truth behind,
High towers can't describe.
Where's the poor things hide?
Look at the back part,just take a ride.
Rich in words,
But poor actually.
Beautiful in front,
Damage at the back,that's the reality.
High buildings hides the polluted area,
Can we still call this home?
Tourist can come,
But someones sacrifices wasn't done.
This is a lovely place,
Yet it hides something different.
Beautiful places vs. the darkness,
Only rich can smell the fragrant scent.
A lots of destination,
Tour the strangers for gold.
What a perfect creation,
Beautiful but soon to be sold.
Trash spreads,
Cities can't escape.
Highways can't free a space,
We must be blame for the damaged.
Can't you see the sky?
Can't you see the flying plane so high.
Where we can put the happiness,
Our place is the best.
Beaches, hotels and some view range,
We must be proud for our place.
Maybe something were strange,
That's the reality to face.
Everything upgraded,
Since we have the pride in every aspect.
Talents, love and strength,
Our capital for success.
Thanks because I belong here,
I witness the kindness and hospitality.
Pictures of beautiful spots I can share,
We can be at the top, a great possibility.
Love is what I feel,
People here always care.
Open your eyes and see what's real,
We all have a responsibility to be clear.
