The
strong wind blowing
The
high pitch sound in the air
Whirring
loudly hitting the walls
The
ground shakes the debris fall
Over
the decades
The
foundation rots
As
the rats biting it away
The
bad deeds make it worst
The
fear circulating
The
harsh words against the opponents
The
flags of white going up slowly
Knowing
the ground is digging in
Too
proud to admit
The
wrong for the nation
The
truth hardly rising
The
dishes of lies in the menu
The
heavy downpour from the sky
It
clogs the drains covers the holes
The
soaking wet on the ground
The
rats run but floods arrive
The
white flags rising
It
is too late to save
The
rushing water make its sweep
Washing
away the debris of dirt
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