The
racist party
It
twists and turns
On
the road
Only
for its interests
It
says of unity
One
audience to another
Behind
closed doors it sings
The
double snake on its words
It
never sounds good
It
spells of poison in the mind
Letting
the rot begins
When
the founders died
The
racist party
It
has been known long ago
The
path of history
It
forgets to share
The
changes done
In
the texts to say the untruth
Read
the Book of Records
It
will tell a different tale
No comments:
Post a Comment