The warlords know
The magic has gone
Into the new world
People are smarter
The spin of lies
The years gone can't be heard
It lies buried in the pit of darkness
The warlords find it hard to go
The runners run around
Putting up signs advertising styles
They work days and nights
The rice bowls they want to live by
The agents of self interests
They will go talking half truths
Beneath their facades they know
The warlords have to go soon
The time is ticking away
The warlords are trying to make
The last effort to be relevant
They have served their time today
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