The
tortoise moves slowly
Gathering
storm in his mind
The
events of the past and now
Losing
his base he never give up
He
ploughs on
He
makes his crusade
He
wants the evil to be caged
Let
the good shine bright
He
tells his followers
“We
mustn't lose hope
There
is always a winner
When
good fights the bad”
The
gathering storm
It
is slow in his progress
The
tortoise isn't worried
Let
the hare run like mad
The
game behind the scheme
The
followers will see the bad
Once
it is sinked in he would know
The
betrayers of the party will fall
Now
he is on tortoise dance
Making
his rounds to garner support
For
in the future lies with the members
Not
on a few who bring shame to all
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