Saturday, July 11, 2015

the bad deeds make it worst


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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