The fair price; the fair game
In a condition nobody knows
The backdoor boys offering candies
The gullible souls sink it in
The rules and laws
Back in the seat
Man made rules can be twisted
The need of power the honesty gone
On the windows display
The faces of distinguished services
Holding up to the high moral standards
Yet in the backdoor the police found
The unsavory activities
The breaking of laws
But in high society the rubbing shoulders
As if nothing has happened
The tainted characters
Running loose to take the harvests
The bulldozers and cronies' dogs
They dig and bark all day long
The fair price; the fair game
On the facade it looks so great
You listen to the slogan chattering
Yet in the backdoor the police found
The unsavory activities
The breaking of laws
But in high society the rubbing shoulders
As if nothing has happened
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