The
bad will flourish
It's
like a magnet to pull
Along
the path of the innocents
Until
they too fall into the entrapment
The
young adults will watch and see
How
the leaders enrich themselves so easily
There
they wish they can do it too
By
playing on the much traveled path
The
front door of smiles
The
thousand wrinkles but stay cool
It
is the work of publicity
Once
they are baited everything falls in
The
back door run
When
the street is clear
Carting
away wealth
Smiling
all the way home
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