Wheelers do not care about your savage reply,
Not to mention ageless epileptic power supply.
Your twitter, your shout: Lyrics and Music.
And when we're silent, they think we're all weak.
Roll of thunder hear our voices!
We haven't got too many choices.
No one is suffering, no jollity as well,
Is not as if we're sick but we're not well.
If only we could have good roads, cheap oil and power,
You'd see, a lot of things would be better.
YOU ARE READING
Soiled
PoetryWe know what our leaders are. The question is do we know ourselves? We lack the courage to stand up to the bad governance so we pour our anguish on fellow citizens who might have been caught in an act you found yourself in just yesterday.
