Mr Government Official
You don't hear us when we call
Unless you are invited for a funeral
And there you stand tall and erect
Just when we think you about to pay your respects
You inform us that you we should elect
Dear Member of Parliament
We will now share our sincere sentiments
That we watch bewildered as you juggle
All the lies, greed and graft that you can handle
Though we must admit we are impressed
How every year you give us less and less
We watch you on TV as you connivingly tell
How if we listen to your opponent we'll be living in hell
But truth be told you are quite the Judas
And you always pick you over us
And in the shadows we are aware of what you do
When you and our public funds rendezvous
We may have taken long to learn
That in your hands this country will burn
And you have very little to offer
When this event eventually does occur
So since we want love, prosperity and peace
We are finally dealing with you, our charming disease
