Like the winds of the desert
Their eyes are dry
Lowering in respect my hat
Baby you will have to cry
Fleeting away in time
Of broken dreams and promises
Our lives seems like a crime
Blame it on me
From the dollar to the dime
Cry baby cry
Our betrayed revolution
Land grabbing by our founding fathers
Freedom fighters not getting restitution
Oppressing our people and enriching others
The ruling elite raping the constitution
Takes me farther
To the underbelly of imperialism
Our initially bright sunrise
Has gone all glum
All I see is the coming sunset
Our day gone to the drain
Baby I know you are upset
Because to survive you will have to strain
Cry baby cry
You are a King in verse writing.
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