courtesy from mob's crib
The clusters hold
The snakes grip tightly
Heads of fire
Tail of swords
The unity in bamboos cluster
Cut and trimmed nakedly clean
Leaving only the bamboo shoots
Scattered around the earth
The flight takes off
Lift up to the blues sky
The sun rays wharf the pilots’ eyes
The open mouthed snakes
Glaring in to tear them apart
The lies, deceits, and pretending
Swimming along in the brains
The cluster of bamboos
Slowly squeezed tightly by the snakes
Unity it says
There is no truth in the brain
Only the melodies of the pied piper
Weaving through the nation
Don’t be fooled
By the sweet talk no substance
Gold of light; it is just fire
Glowing in the cold sweat
The snakes turning screws
The cracks appear on the cluster of bamboos
May Day May Day!
The crying wolf
Don’t fall for it!
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