In
the jungle
The
lord of darkness rules
He
can do what he likes
Nobody
will stop him
The
darkness is his domain
He
doesn't see the light of day
He
only sees the shadows moving
In
the dark woods of many shades
In
the populated cities and towns
Along
the rivers of village settlements
The
people lived in the day and night
The
lord of darkness can't take as he likes
Once
he tried to do
The
people would demonstrate in groups
He
had no choice but to hide
Healing
his wounds in the dark woods
Now
he has his running dogs
They
will do his bidding to create fear
Dividing
the distribution of the economic cake
Letting
the people fight one another in the heads
Though
he dares not take full control
Afraid
the people will take him out
Now
living in his own cage in the woods
Letting
his running dogs do all the barking
In
the night he will cry
The
unbearable thought of denying his rights
In
the woods he has to stay
In
the cities or towns or villages he has no say
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