Delinquency

Attention! I fute to venture,
listen my teenager
life is a fabaceous creature.
Our leaders are the buccal of rumors.

Let's dissent together,
we die others are born.
Not our fate being impoverished,
Demand the best unlike theirs.

Failure isn't food for thought,
poise yourself to surpass.
Our quondam colonisers are now our aide, yet,
Sons of the soil celebrates our sweats in breach...

We are a deadbolt to them,
we got imprisoned over their hearsay.
They enjoy expensive mansions,
our fathers and mothers celebrates muddy palace

My ailing youth land a tilted portion,
Our seniors plea to win
Power is strong;
Hold hands with you all is well.