The
apple polishers
They
run the mile
When
the Devil sneezes
They
hope to get his grace
When
their lackeys do
The
Devil ignores the cruise
The
apple polishers are silent
They
pretend they don't hear and see
The
way life moving on
The
day and night in our minds
The
Devil puts his marks
The
way of chaos – fear and divide
The
uniforms of blue, green and red
The
puppets dancing on the strings
The
lifeless souls on parade
They
only move when the Devil sneezes
The
marching of the people
The
placards of change
They
want the Devil to go
Enough
of lies, deceptions, greed
Let
the light glow
The
people need it to grow
Into
a nation of equal
Free
and living in joy
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