Wipe the stake clean repeatedly
When we lodge in a failed eventful inn,
Daydreaming of times we shall dine
Drinking rich wines, counting numerous dimes….
But as at now, our heads we bow
Bridging cables, standing far from swindles
For our hustle, we burst bubbles
Faces mop and mow, as all eyes gaze like owls.
Anxious to know when pains shall craft
A gain so great, to make us prominent
Living in here, please have no fear
Let’s endure scoff and jeer, till it cheers.