The wolves antics
It is always for their own needs
Nothing will go to the people
Maybe peanuts on the plates
The wolves will fight
Always on their own survival
They need to find back
The gravy train buried under-ground
They are hungry
Running out of the forest
They think the people are asleep
They can go back to their old ways
The chicken coops all barbwires
The wolves will find it hard to swallow
They can smell the golden eggs
Their eyes glow with envy
The wolves will try
Finding ways to force snap election
The people are waiting to teach them a lesson
The worst they will ever taste in defeat
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