The poker game is hot
Sweat appears on the players’ foreheads
Looking at the cards on the table
One will never know
The outcome of winner takes it all
The crowd gathers
Supporters lean for their leaders
Throwing chips falling like rain
It ripples the heart thinking of the money
Eyes blinking on the objects
The two players finally matched
One player wants to see
The opponent card in his hands
Lay down your terms
See what you have with you
The high stake poker game
Nothing to hide away
It is now open for all to see
Who will win?
The challenger must move
Now or forever keeps his ambition
Of wealth and power on the table
For the game has turned
Into a game of survival
Of ambition and prize
The throne of the seat of power
On the table it has to decide
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