The
wild horses
It
begins to break out
The
leaders in different direction
The
prize the power to be had
The
conflicts arising
The
farm out boys begin
Shouting
out in the open
Showing
off their wings
Others
aren't welcome
They
think they own the space
Telling
the minorities
You
are at our grace
The
seditious banners
The
seditious speeches
Yet
the police turn away
Knowing
who is the political master
We
will watch
The
wild horses on the run
The
leaders aren't on the ground
They
are living under the greed of power
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