don't expect a return

Don't expect a return

There will be none maybe a little

Feeding the goons to get the borders

Shouting slogans putting up placards

This is the publicity stunt

It could be used to fool the villagers

How great a leader he was

But truth a leader can't say it loud

The paid writers will prop up

Like a stage putting the blow of patterns

With colorful dim lights to hide the spots

Hit the light buttons show to the crowd

But the pages will get no further

The people will understand its content

Again the new writers try to get notice

The publicity to arrest the rise of truth

They too will fall on the wayside

Selling their souls for the silver coins

The truth will flourish anywhere

A leader can't hide and run