Our great life Leaves to be better. Everyone feels But now it’s not the matter. Our culture is at the bad stage And it is not an image. We live like in a cage And we can’t express our rage. The fear of tomorrow Makes us be in sorrow. We gave to serve rich people And it’s not so simple. Money… That’s the power of the land. We have to rend Our hair From the despair. Who will take Care of us? Who will stop our headache And help us to pass This dreadful break? :smiley3: So we must be brave, Must pave The right way And they will pay.