the wrong move

It's the last run

The burden will hit us hard

There is no way to escape

A leader who makes the wrong choices

The black art of the twisters

They tend to hide the truth

They bring forward the bag of lies

Coated with sweets and honey

The addicts will fall from grace

They can't afford to race

The legs are weak the minds can't pace

They dream to be kings of ace

The addiction takes hold

The hard facts of life looms

The Red Dragon will not smile

It has its foothold; it wants it all

There is still a window of opportunity

A new face to take the helm of the nation

There is still hope to strike a better deal

Our dignity our faces should stay intact

If the people wake up

Look at the chains on their legs

How they have been fooled

Now the time to break free!