The
fear of jail
The
blockade of freedom
In
the long solitary hours
The
political dictators will cherish
They
can do what they want
Without
the rules of engagement
They
will take without compassion
They
believe it is their holy rights
In
the seat of power game
The
political dictators will create
The
fear and division to suit their plans
Divide
the people through race
And
they can profit from it
The
races will start to point fingers
The
political dictators will sing
Laughing
their ways to the wealth
The
political dictators forget
Not
everyone will believe their plans
The
rats will emerge from their holes
They
will start to create a following
In
time the big cats will realize
The
rats are everywhere
They
aren't going away
Until
the big cats give way
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