There
is no escape
It
can only defer to a time
When
the power is gone
The
rules will change
The
smell of rotten fruits
It
will stay until the change
The
basket will be tainted
The
marks will never go away
The
law will catch up
The
truth will keep coming in
The
corrupted leaders will know
What
the fate will fall on them?
The
Bamboo River will strum its beats
The
melody will bring home the culprits
The
truth will catch up with evil doers
The
time they play in the catch
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