The
imaginary threats
The
landscape painted
The
darkness line
With
red dot in the centre
The
barking dogs
As
usual hitting below the belt
The
voices of imaginary shadows
The
voices never go down
The
handlers sit on the rocking chairs
Smoking
pipes engaging in banter of gravy train
The
smoke floating in the air
In
secret accounts stashed overseas
Do
the handlers care?
Let
the barking dogs run
On
the road wagging tails or snarling masks
They
just smile enjoying their lives
The
crafting plan to blame
Let
the barking dogs make the noises
Across
the border lines
Barking
of imaginary threats
As
usual the blue
There
is no order to catch the dogs
The
head just provides lip services
Dragging
his feet nothing will be done
The
barking dogs run
On
the side road chasing cyclists
Frightened
the weak
Let
the big cars go easily
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