Our dear leaders are like mini stars
Media is always giving them colours
So nice deaf and dumb common men we are
Country is developing with buildings and beers.
Rules and regulations acts like a doll
Scams and corruptions are the gist of it all
But the foolish common men
Unable to reveal the secret of the game.
How long, how long the secret would be unrevealed?
Common men may lit up, may be for a while.
Then, our dear leaders, may not stand there
May be, for a while, We, The Common Men, may achieve OURS.
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