The
blue in narrow streets
In
tight formation running slowly
Looking
for the irrelevant ones
They
want to look good in papers
The
small fries always get in the way
There
are many crowding in the narrow streets
It
is so easy to catch them
But
will it feed the hungry people?
The
thirst of the truth
Of
how the billions still unexplained
Picking
up the small fries
Leaving
the sharks into the deep hide out
But
the truth will not hide
It
will appear into the place
A
dot here a dot there
Together
the piercing flow
Call
the main culprit
It
doesn't have to go round and round
Digging
up unnecessary soil from the ground
When
the truth can be found standing right in front
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