Our lives will be better,
Though now it’s bitter
A prostitute working
One government official requesting
Give me a “b” job, forget about love.
A debate is in session, think of its lessons
Let’s change the charter, some people
Are now bitter
A journalist revealing some secrets, earth-shattering
The culprit hires a killer to do
The job, show the journalist some “LOVE”.
Street children are hungry,
They found food in litter, eats it
Though it tastes bitter.
A glimpse of our country
And its millions of stories;
Millions of jobs needed, who cares about love
‘cause as of the moment, our situation’s bitter.
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