Cry of the people

With anger, anxiety and grieve the masses are crying
In thou own birthland the masses are suffering
Suffering  from something that is curable
The place is too tough that every situation is just  laughable.

The masses glance in a long distance in search of a saviour
Our hopes and dreams have been bury by our leaders.
But in no sight is the coming of an idol
So in vanity we live but with no hope

Like Tornado our situations are frustrating
At that verge Suffering and poverty is just increasing
Love for thou brother and sister is on the decrease
For our leaders are behaving like beast


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