By elisa_2892
The political clown
The political court jester
In the black knight's court
Everything can happen
When dark moon rising
The wind will hold still
Breathing will be a curse
For the dark night
The branding on the trees
The ownership taken by force
Every farmer has no legal rights
So the political clown boasts
The root of evil
It rears in the little mind
Brewing and creating illusions
The grandeur in its schemes
The political clown
The political court jester
Every knight in the black round table
They can't do a thing
So the story goes
The political clown has his way
The political master claps his hands
So he shall be!
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