The
falling regime
It
acts stupid in its wake
The
way it handles the affairs
It
makes the wrong noises
The
walls are crumbling
The
barking dogs never see
They
are too busy eating the meat bones
They
don't see the cats fight indoors
The
running chase
Knocking
down poles and flowers pots
The
sound of knocking on the ground
The
barking dogs look and stay quiet
The
target of intimidation
The
doors are left wide open
When
the people's wind is blowing
Nothing
will be a secret anymore
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