Friday, August 11, 2017

the falling regime

The falling regime
It acts stupid in its wake
The way it handles the affairs
It makes the wrong noises

The walls are crumbling
The barking dogs never see
They are too busy eating the meat bones
They don't see the cats fight indoors

The running chase
Knocking down poles and flowers pots
The sound of knocking on the ground
The barking dogs look and stay quiet

The target of intimidation
The doors are left wide open
When the people's wind is blowing
Nothing will be a secret anymore

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