The outskirts of development
Tarred roads leading to elopment
of data,  electricity and English
to a native land,  veiled as a city

Oil boom has hidden the gloom
of a people with riches as their doom
For at night,  beneath a brightened moon
Gentlemen with weapons,  will terrorise soon

Welcome to EMOLGA,  by the Garden City
To the cultland, with an innocent greeting
They sold us peace,  comfort and perfection
The unrest,  they somehow forgot to mention