The
last venom
The
year of the Snake
The
poison of the minds
Some
never learn the charm
The
peacock spreads its wings
The
branded colours for all to see
“It
is mine you better watch out
You
can't take it away from me”
The
protected animal it is not
In
no time the slaughtering house
The
coloured feathers get into artistic objects
The
peacock gone the feathers lived on
We
can complain in the nights
In
the day we listen to the commentary
The
fools we have been believing in the slogan
In
time it says there is no linked to it
We
have weak leaders
Hiding
in the glass tower
When
things are really out of control
There
is no statement to stamp the mark
The
last venom
Let
the monkeys play the rule
When
the day for change arrives
We
better know what to do
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