The
wind of change
The
temperature changes
The
mood swings in the air
The
birds are chirping the day is clear
In
the corridor of power
The
demons feeling hot
The
sun rays hitting them hard
Roasting
in high temperature
They
can't think straight
They
come out with lies
They
blame others of fake news
They
don't say they are the ones
When
one of their kind is caught
They
will keep silence or pretend
Every
agency will not take up the investigation
They
too say waiting for orders or report
The
wind of change
The
blowing on the ground
The
gathering of a storm
A
tsunami swirling silently along
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