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Once upon a time
In a country I call mine
There rose a broom party
Fed by change clothed sympathy
An entity of old wine in a new skin
A unity of souls, so selfishly mean
Cobbled together by a sole interest
To grab the treasury’s crest
They swore to fight corruption
The very thing draped over their body like a lotion
Not surprised by sweet things they say
Worried about how crooked their way
With the common man at the bitter end
They label it their predecessor’s trend
Now we know the truth untold
How a blend of cluelessness and hypocrisy put the nation’s future on hold
We’ll never fall for their bait again
Once bitten twice makes the mind sane
Next time they start crying for our vote
We’ll use it as a door out of their sinking boat .
