the spraying gun

The spraying gun
Pointed golden color shines
Kissing the air wanting to be fine
The opening hole it seeks to find

The humming birds don’t lie
It sings in the day light
Calling friends, come look
The golden point shines

The pumping exercises
Bridging the hole and the juices
Bringing it to life
The golden point shines

The liquid spraying
On the green leaves of life
The evil parasites should die
The golden point shines

On the open fields
The Indians clapping and dancing
Holiday to woo their hearts and souls
Then dump them in the paper work
They never learn

The golden point shines
The Chinese love it
So they drown slowly
Listening to leaders
Blowing hot on their tails
Greedy projects burning hell

Ah the people of the land
The so called sons and daughters flourish
Losing faces losing souls what they care!
They learn a thing or two from the Chinese
Money talks my friends
So is the golden point shines

Then they all cry
Burning souls hitch to die
The inner souls eroded
Money no where to spend
The golden point shines

So you fall for the trap
You die screaming
In the darkness of hell!
As the parasite
The golden point shines