Opticians oh , politicians
Truly you sound like magicians
The way they deceive to get what they want
The same you deceive to get what you want
Stealing the national cake
And also telling your children to take
Automatically taking sufferness
And also bitterness
You take what belong to the poor
And reap where you never sow
May it always be like poinsons for you
The poor are suffering in darkness
Most of them are lifeless
Just because of you
Trust me , they will never pray for you
What goes around
Comes back around
Today's action affect tommorow
You better think so, you won't end up in sorrow
