Summer
heat
The
frogs can't sleep
It's
the time they have to croak
In
the public square
Summer
light
The
shadows they hide
When
they are suppose to croak
They
hide behind the shades
Summer
shadows
The
day of our lives
The
talking seem so cheap
The
truth is never found
Summer
blues
The
corrupted leaders getting scared
They
look for a way out
They
know it is happening
Summer
day
The
naked on the beach
The
natural cycle
If
only truth can come clean
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