The mongrels bark
As usual on the shadows
They don't see the pictures
The video recordings
What they see
The sign of gold
The rays of golden shadows
They bark until the voices are coarse
The real culprits
They have no eyes to see
They just wag tails
Be good mongrels
The spin of lies
When the mongrels never see
Don't bark at the wrong tree
It is stupid isn't it?
The new pot holes
On the ground waiting for the fall
The old ones ever hungry
The day will change; history will sing
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