The
balls squeezed
Between
his legs it seems
The
hunger of power
The
greed in his eyes
A
little power of sharing
Sometimes
the perception sings
The
balls squeezed
The
soft cry to the wind
The
warlords appear
The
tin of votes inside
“Don't
you want it?
It
makes all the difference”
The
selection processes
The
criticisms and falling in
The
balls squeezed
The
bargains strike to iron out differences
The
months ahead
The
facade of beautiful patterns
The
behind the doors colours
The
decay has finally set
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