scarborough beach -sunset-w.a.
The moonlit dogs
The eyes of red glowing in the dark
They will bark loudly for all to hear
When they know nothing concrete is formed
Giving speeches are easy
It never flows from the heart
The ghost writers penned it up
You try to impress it is your own
The way of tomorrow
It never answers the questions
As history has earned its strip
The bad things will come
The transformation is just a ploy
Allowing the fence sitters to join
“See I give you the goodies”
In the boxes sealed and unopened
The fence sitters only look
They have to wait until the next festive season
By then promises of a speech will be changed
The barking dogs have your mandate
Learn to filter the deception
You don't have to follow the script
You need to change of what you read
For in your hands tomorrow of change!
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