Saturday, September 17, 2016

the sins spread to its soul


The warlords seem afraid
Draw the lines to make the grade
Drinking up the money well
They think it will work

The decades feeding on it
The people have grown tired
Listening to the familiar story
Of supremacy, race, religion and royalty

This nation isn't for a race
It is made of many colours to shine
The warlords seem to forget
They play the old record all over again

Now they are at it
Draw the lines shift the voters
They can't beat the prophecy
No matter how they want to draw

The party has to fall
Don't they see the elephant in the room?
It is a pity they have growm arrogant
Breeding the clumsy leaders to feed

The downfall has been written
Once the Roman Empire thought it could not fall
Eventually it did with sins eating up its soul
Likewise with Bee Anne the sins have spread


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