on the dark hill

courtesy mob1900

Dark Vader on the Dark Hill
Spot lights rolling along the corridors
Every minute the troopers run
Sounding alarm in case of knocking at the doors

The storm troopers assembled
Nicely uniformed shining guns
Sitting in the guard house
Looking at insects, cockroaches and spiders
Crawling hurriedly into the Dark Hill
They laugh it off silly pests!

The next in line turning into the dark side
Taste the power and the women behind
Children sending to NS programs
Only milking them for the country’s wealth
Serving his interests dishing out to his cronies
Scattered around in the dark space underground

The golden keris
Shining like shaft of light
Wanting to taste the hidden night
On the streets it can’t go
The silly pests spreading far and wide

The section leaders celebrate
Wine, songs, food and drinks
Women of slaves; hungry of needs
They taste it forget about peoples’ sorrow

Slowly underground
The silly pests roam out
Spreading its filth and stench
Hitting the Dark Hill
Dark Vader and his goons
Never know what hit them

When they run out to the streets
The people wait for them
Eyes of red hands of spades
They take them off one by one
For in magic the white witch will help
Make it looks so real
Dark Vader and his goons die of heart attack

The white mist floating in
Sweep it clean and let a new day begins

As everyone sleeps
The silly pests sing into the shaft of new light