The
corruption game
It
eats into the nation
The
taxpayers cry
It
has to stop
The
tree trunk is rotten
The
branches too will be
Even
the leaves turn yellow
It's
a crying shame
It
can't be saved
It's
time to chop it down
Before
the disease spreads
Into
other forms of game
It
can't give shade
The
smell of decay
The
taxpayers cry
Hard
earned money go to waste
The
roots are decayed
Moist,
broken, rotten, disease
It's
better to end its misery
The
top to bottom burned it away
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