A
leader can't get high
He
buries his head in the sand
Digging
it deeper hiding his face
He
thinks people will forget
The
web of faint shadows
Hitting
on his head
He
doesn't want to hear
The
windy breezes calling him
The
songs of bigots and extremists
They
sing of one race one destination
All
other races aren't in the loop
They
want to party in one race basket
The
claws of corruption and greed
The
work ethics a slow time to grind
Letters
of complaint take a long time
Sometimes
they don't bother with it
Like
the public toilets
A
public disgrace in our lives
How
to promote our country
When
the basics we fail so bad
So
the leader hides
The
advisors hang around the dug out
“Have
they all gone?”
“They
are waiting for your call”
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