Saturday, August 26, 2017

the sleeping leaders wake


The sleeping leaders wake
When they smell the general election is near
They will start to strum their guitars
Drumming up the wrong keys

The fingers run the fret boards
Giving up all kinds of riffs
They think they look cool
Pulling wools over the eyes

The people aren't listening
The failed leaders to the bin
These leaders should be retired
Yet they think they are relevant

Maybe the pockets are less heavy
They want to fill it up again
Bring out their guitars
They strum the chords and riffs

But the drumbeats
Of the stomping feet
Shaking up the political life
The blues must be sent to the gong

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