Bee
Anne raining money
The
villagers get happy
A
few miserable thousands
They
think they strike lottery
The
decades of the familiar tales
Near
to the general election
The
Bee Anne roll out the machines
The
sweet coated honey let them fall asleep
Bee
Anne raining money
The
black dogs go barking
The
crony newspapers published
They
don't say it's taxpayers monies
One
half of society
They
are left to fend themselves
They
don't see the meaning
They
know it's fishing for votes
The
villagers have to wake up
Enough
of the Pied Piper's dream
Learn
to work hard and be your own
The
world is borderless to everybody
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