Monday, February 18, 2013

the witches fly



The witches fly
Out of their forest
The black art of their kind
The power they sold for a price

The warlords of falling regime
They can't stand living in misery
The pull of the gravy train
They hear it often in the nights

The publicity wagons
It rolls out in the open
The newspapers and televisions
Open bribery the feeding of cash

The pages of advertisements
The conjuring of magic in paper dolls
The falling grace has been marked
Over 5 decades they forget

Now the time to change
Majority waiting for the day
The air of anticipation
The witches know they have lost the game

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