The headless chickens
Running around without ends
The talk without substance
On the stage never look great
The spin of half truths
The masses try to forget
The headless chickens
Flapping wings to get the flow
Nobody really listens
The other animals move away
“It's just spinning wheel
Nothing to ship us away”
The storm brewing
The other animals run
The headless chickens
No idea where
Then the headless chickens tumble
On the stage to the ground.........
The beating hard windy wind
Ruffling feathers pushing them away
They floated upwards
They thought they are in heaven
For a while they feel free
Then the hard truth when they fall
On the ground of hard surface
They land with loud thundering sound
The other animals rush to see
The poor headless chickens break into pieces
“Guys we can have chicken barbeque
This is the gift from God for us
It came from the sky
We are saved from hunger”
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