The cold turkey buzzard
Flying high in the sky
Eyes of wild wings of prey
Looking for it
Smells the dead
On the empty desert
Cactus stand erect
Commanding view
On a desolate sand
The guide creeps
Shoveling sand silence weep
The troopers wait
Sweating it out under the hot canopy tent
The cold turkey buzzard
Flying down cracking noises
Smelling another prey
Who will it be?
In the quiet desert……..
Only the whisper of the wind
The guide reflects
In the city flash bulbs and publicity
He feels proud of it
He gets his news
The troops wait
The guide crawls nearer
The glimpse of shadows
A log of wood or what it is?
He looks up
The cold turkey buzzard
Waiting for the kill
In the desolate desert
It is judgment day
Will the truth be known?
When explosion hear in the sandy desert
The cold turkey buzzard
Flying high smelling of death
Of greed and power
Game the corrupted officials play
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