The clown jests his way
On his court he smiles whole day
Nobody cares to listen
The words fail to impress the people
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The cabinet ministers nodding
Eyes on the ground dare not say
No more grand holidays
The clown says it is good for the country
At the back door he plans
Another court to filter his words
Right to the correct people
Get it going before it is too late
On the streets
The people find it is a rat
Nipping away their hard earned cash
Floating away with the wind
The call of austerity drives
They don’t understand…..
Say one thing trying to tell the people
Look we do what we preach
Somehow it never rings true
The clown who can believe him
In the corridor of power
The elected leaders find ways to play
The game of the streets
They will lose heavily
They aren’t cut out for it
The clown knows
He is buying time with his jokes
The day is approaching near
He has lost control of his stage
The eggs throwing
And the shouting matches begin
He quickly makes his way
Underground in hide away
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