Of countries conquered by the royal crown
Suffocated bled and left to drown
Wealth was there
Most everywhere
Just not for any yellows blacks or browns
Small wonder then that we are still to find
Prosperity with noses to the grind
Steal while you can
From god or man
From masters we have learnt to ape the blind
Shortsighted though we find ourselves
Raiding our own pantry shelves
Not just a pun
It has begun
The hunger wells as we descend to hell!
Of cities roads and stadiums large and small
Tenders contracts brother have them all
Skim off the top
And hear the pop
Sand for mortar bubbly flows a ball
No wonder then that roofs cave in
Roads just crumble and we begin
To have repute
As black as soot
Substandard work is wherein lies the sin
