The
classic case of a weak leader
He
can't open his mouth to say
He is
afraid what lies ahead of him
The
baggage he carries along
The
little devils will poke at him
As
long as he stays in the darkness
The
little rats will roam with free flow
They
can say and get away with it
The
cat is sleeping
Afraid
to see the world outside
He
feels comfortable in his walls
He
carries to much weight on his body
The
little rats run across in his eyes
He
can't chase them away
He
grows too fat to run with the enemies
He
lets them play at will
The
weak leader the nation feeling sick
Too
much talking by the little devils
There
is no reprimand to silence them
He
carries too much baggage so he keeps options
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