Bad things the leaders hide
Away from public eyes
Only say there is nothing
We are true in our lives
The gold wagons
Rumbling on the streets
In the dark of nights
The sympathizers run errands
The dark dogs snarl on any intruders
Let the gold wagons hide
Under proxies under legitimate companies
Masquerading as bone fide businesses
The true colors
Hardly people recognize
In the dark of the nights
The movements glare
People thought it is moving vans
Going out to its own destinations
Execute it without a trace
Or so these leaders think
When the fortress falls
The remnants stick out to help
The ill-gotten gains
It surely slowly coming out
The leaders try to escape
Feigning ignorance of the laws
Hiring top notch lawyers
Delaying trials for years
Paying through the ill-gotten wealth
They never spend time in jail
They go frolicking around the world
Holding heads high thumb noses
As they walk without regret
Only God knows what they did
He waits for them in His gate
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