No Moja, No Loss- Just a song

(This is just a song for you to sing along.
No truth has been told. Just a song. No
fun has been made either. Move along
and no one needs to be arrested.)

Verse 1
So now, we have come down to this.
No more telling the truth because the Kings and Queens can't be dissed.
No more screens to hold undiluted views
No longer can we dream of unbiased news.
The whistleblowers scared, the soldiers of the pen are running.
The ink is going dry but the bullets run high, so they keep gunning.
Keyboard thumpers get shot, kidnapped or become victims of the bully.
They give birth to new bogeymen to keep us stupid, fully.
Extremists and foreign conspiracies from far ashore keep us on our toes.
Keep changing the statements and we really never know our foes.
Protectors of the realm's boundaries massacred over lentils and some rice,
Famine and other simplistic notions for simple Bangalee minds keep them on the ice;
Isn't that just very nice? Now before you eat, say the magic words and twice!
Eyes wide open but the mind is going blind
Seeking for the truth in the bag of lies and we find,
Everything they told us is a lie by design
That's why we must now choose to rhyme, put our grievances in proses.
Give them the thorns to cut them with, but disguise them with roses.

Chorus
No jokes, no fun, just fear and you run
Vote for the Kings and Queen, vote for the son
Vote for the wife, vote for the urn
Vote not for fun, joke not for fun
Jokes and votes are a birth right, not to be earned!

Verse 2
We mustn't speak of corruption, mustn't make fun of the various statements.
Even wax lyrical in hushed tones that too locked in our basements.
But wait gents, we don't even have basements,
Just basic leaders leading by the strength of our payments.
Did it only take two kings to save us?
Look at what they gave us!
An independent land, and a land for a language more famous.
And then some folks put the true fighters to the sword.
Without that Targaryen-type name, our people got bored.
We brought back babes and gave new life to new leaders.
Without merit or experience, fresh off their feeders.
Sure they made a mess of it, sure it wasn't good.
We said we need water, they went and begged from the neighborhood.
They said, “you can't have the fresh water, but we'll give you more of the ocean”
They gave sunscreen in the winter and summer was for lotion.
All the bridges and highways that don't work was all also part of glorious foresight
Stamp out old corruption with new ones was part of their core fight.
Servants to serve us but they said no longer can we accuse them.
Give them all your money and you still can't use them
Wait a minute, why couldn't we choose them?
Who decides who serves us, the system gets confusin'.
Which evil do you want, number one or number two?
The system works like a dual monarchy, did nobody tell you?
Chorus x 2

Verse 3
So they build roads during rainy seasons, so they build them next year again.
Put more money in the same pockets and then do it for their friends.
Just a means to an end, not about getting bent,
Like everything around them, even their covenant is for rent.
Let us now speak in poetry, let us now speak in verses.
They only get memes and overly blatant curses.
They are twisted but here's the ace up our sleeve.
We are hardened by far too many years of our grief.
Our hearts have turned colder, people getting bolder.
Find us all on Facebook, Twitter, Skype and all you'll get are many folders.
How many can you hack though?
The whole concept is plain whack though.
If you fear your own people, isn't that a sign that you need to make your exit through the back door?
Democracy is still alive, though we didn't get to vote.
In a land of so many rivers, in your unending wisdom you figured we'd want the boat.
Why we need bridges, why need tigers and the deer?
When we can get a nuclear power plant and you can double up the fear?  
But it isn't the common people in fear now, it's the “others” who are worried.
This is strictly for my deshi gang, we are too used to getting buried.
So listen and listen good, all my daughters and my sons,
We maybe a joke right now, but don't go on “making” fun!
MC Dushtu Chele up out
Chorus x (fades)