Wednesday, August 02, 2017

the power in the wrong hands

The power creeps in
The crazy ones will not sleep
They feel the power flow
They imagine they are the little gods

One word many will fall
They can feel the adrenalin pushes
The little people will be at their mercy
As these crazy lots will run over them easily

There will be the apple polishers
They behind the shadows of the powerful guns
There there will spin their tales of intimidation
The aim always at the ordinary people

These apple polishers dare not aim too high
On the political foes whom they can't match
They will do the guerilla tactics hitting and running
They always say there is no smoke without fire

The power in the wrong hands
The wrong directions one will face
The nation will face the shame
The people can't stand up straight

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