OUR HEROES LABOUR PAST

Will seat from our high lofty abode
And watch down below
As the ruin of selfish statesmen
Lots the treasure of the nation
Making our heroes' past labour in vain

And our state women never
Has the effort entry
To question their men folk
As they say, is against the tradition
For a woman to speak up when in the midst of men

And this continues to go this way
And will are running and dragging the nation
To that point of going down that road
To never recover from the art of debt servicing
Pushing the generation both born n unborn into lifelong debt

And the labour of our found fathers
Is so ruined and eaten 

To the fiber of our existence
And plunge the citizens 

Into an untold suffering