Some are used
Lies for the liars
Many in our midst
As the day unfolds
Racial antics
Lies many times
The liars don't tell
Where they arrive
Parents and generations before them
The running dogs
They bark till the sun goes down
Polishing apples saying no ties
Don't get hooked into traps
When you forget
The liars take you for rides
Positions and glory
The back doors squeeze
Telling straight in your eyes
It is for the people
“It isn't for me and them”
Ah the used and the lies
The liars spring the winter tears
The burning fire the crocodile weeps
The long road the liars don't tell
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