You
can't play
with
the master strategist
He
lets you think you win
Underneath
your feet
You
will feel the burning
And
you realize too late
Your
house is heating up
You
try to run
Shouting
for help
By
the time help arrive
The
house partially burn
The
black smoke in the sky
Every
one tries to guess
“Whose
house get burned?”
The
master strategist
No
doubt he has his faults
He
knows his way well
“My
way nothing else”
If
you can't take the heat
It
is better leave and disappear
There
is no room for the current affairs
Pack
your bag start to leave
No
doubt you try to play ball
Trying
your tricks learned from experiences
But
you should know by now
Learning
from behind you never see the pitfall
No
master will let go without a brake or two
You
learned your lessons in bitter taste
The
master strategist walks his way
You
are left hanging
Only
time will see you fall
The
end of the line
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