Saturday, November 11, 2017

the wrong move

It's the last run
The burden will hit us hard
There is no way to escape
A leader who makes the wrong choices

The black art of the twisters
They tend to hide the truth
They bring forward the bag of lies
Coated with sweets and honey

The addicts will fall from grace
They can't afford to race
The legs are weak the minds can't pace
They dream to be kings of ace

The addiction takes hold
The hard facts of life looms
The Red Dragon will not smile
It has its foothold; it wants it all

There is still a window of opportunity
A new face to take the helm of the nation
There is still hope to strike a better deal
Our dignity our faces should stay intact

If the people wake up
Look at the chains on their legs
How they have been fooled
Now the time to break free!


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