Tuesday, September 08, 2015

the bootlickers


The bootlickers
They sing their praises
They pretend not to hear or listen
They bury themselves in the sand

They do a lot of talking
Praising their leader sky high
When the clues are there
They pretend not to hear or listen

The empty pockets
They people feel
Many cry thinking of the future
What will happen to their children?

But the bootlickers they don't hear
They think of their gravy at the door
They smell it they can't forget
They don't want to know

They want to grab it now
Tomorrow they don't see
They want to gather as much as they can
Before the turning key makes the difference

The bootlickers they sing
They forget sins have to be paid
When a day will come
They will cry but nobody will listen!


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