The
changing scenes
The
political life we see
The
wind of staggered blowing
Gathering
it up before the final push
The
tall grasses and bushes
Bending
and waves along
The
hurry wind just touch it
Stay
around stay out of contention
The
tall fat trees
Decades
of reaping in
The
roots spread its hold
In
the ground growing fat and strong
The
changing wind only laugh
The
tweeting sound slowly hitting the chords
In
the distance the rolling wind
The
tall fat trees tremble in fear
The
twisters dance on the ground
The
sound of angry waves cry
The
tall fat trees bending so low
The
backbones break and fall
Now
who can say?
The
change will not come?
The
cycle will be complete
The
events have show us the way
The
cracks on the walls
The
leaders can't agree
The
backdoor trading and horsing
Of
greed and power exchanges
The
changing scenes
It
will come to this nation
It
is time for a new design
The
people will embrace it
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