burro heavy load
The back door messages
The way the people didn't hear
He talked as if he was in a war
The enemies his own back yard
He drummed up the war cry
On his imaginative enemies
Too much power he couldn't hide
Now he saw the back yard his bogeymen
He declared his war cry
He knew it was a battle he couldn't win
The last of the party line
The founder had made his own
The baggage too heavy now
He tried to keep silence...
Afraid what it would open
The back door his bogeymen
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