The old holes gone for now
Recuperating for the next round
When the new ‘guy’ takes over
The digging on the same holes begin
Now the wealth hunters go away
One by one will take his leave
Out into the open with their wealth
For the good times have gone for them
The wind of change
We thought we could see
It is the same old story repeating again
The new wealth hunters come on the scene
Dig on the same holes for the wealth flowing
The wind sings it songs
Telling us stories behind closed doors
Brushing the leaves whirring echo
It reminds us we haven’t made the change
So the dancers begin
On the floor bewitching the eyes
On the minds something flowing
Into the dark alleys
The new wealth hunters make the waves
Into the business world
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