Knock
the door
It
never wants to open
It
stays silence
It
doesn't want to know
Who's
outside the door?
Afraid
to answer questions
It
likes the cozy way
It
can't handle the rowdy
The
speaker sits on his chair
The
elevation high as if reaching the sky
He
looks upon the lawmakers
Like
his children he picks and chooses
The
big guns will get his attention
The
door always open to escape
When
the pistols start to shoot
He
will say “sit down you idiot!”
Knock
the door
It
stays quiet afraid of the questions
Sitting
high on his chair
“You
listen to me all will be well!”
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