I won’t stop politicking, if I am
There is no evil in speech
No word has ever broken a bone
Much as all hearts have melted to it.
Every time we don’t speak, someone cries
Every time we cry, someone heals.
We are the nation that lives the politics
We are the nation stubbed by the leadership
The dead never know they’re dead
And neither do the ignorant
I don’t want to believe we’re either.
The poor shall always take orders
The poor shall always be led
They shall always be laid
And they believe they shall always be delivered.
The media kills the imagination
And the imagination dies from the concentration on the pleasures of the desired bearable.
Those who give shadows of tokens to re-send them to power
In the end we’re rewarded for not thinking
And we loudly clap our hands.
The rich hide from the poor sources of their wealth
The poor crawl to the heights of the rich
Only to land legs last.
We’re the responsible men who raise funds to marry our wives.
Our nation shall not be changed by words sweet to the tongue
Our nation shall heal from the deliberate effort of hard work and hard labour
This is not the time for arrivalism
Nor the time of rural urban excitement
This is the time for self construction.