Letting the people
Queued long and waiting for long,
Under the heat of the sun
For all day long,
You travelling in japan,
In a bullet train,
Enjoying the train ride
And here the people waiting,
Waiting and lined
Under the heat of the sun
And suffocating in banks,
How can it be,
How can it be, sir
Which but I cannot accept it?
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