the yes brand

The Yes brand gathered

All in its new colour to be merry

Thinking of the cash to be distributed

As they thumb up support for the president

The battle cry in their minds

The questions they want to ask

Afraid to be lost out in the loop

So they sell their timid souls

The Yes brand marches

Singing the chorus of unity

Forgetting about the crocodiles

Bathing in river patiently waiting

The Yes brand dance and sing

Chiding others for their stupidity

They sell poetry; they sell souls

They show their might thumb down the weak

But the crocodiles gather silently

The resort of wood and stilts will fall

The crocodiles smell long ago

The fresh meat waiting to drop in

The drumbeats hit the roof

The cracking sound the loud bang

The scream of the Y brand

Into the nest of the river predators