The spin of life
The politics of power
When it is in the hands
It never turns out good
The machinery of power
It is used to muscle in
The weak will fall
It's better to live another day
The greedy will flock
The smell of gravy soup
The new mint of golden cup
It's hard to let go
The money hide in hay
The horse and cows don't know
They run and plough the field
The spin of life
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