The
Persian cat
Out
in the sun
He
hardly stays home
He
wants to run his freedom
When
he sees the gate opens
He
runs in meowing his hungry face
With
his furs uncomb and sleepy eyes
He
wants to eat his midday meal
He
will get his meal
Once
he has his filled
He
will disappear again
In
somebody's home dozing away
Like
the Ali Baba and his forty thieves
They
have the hungry look of wealth and misdeeds
Once
they get the mandate with lies and cheats
The
people will suffer for higher taxes to be paid
Now
the crying sound of hungry minds
It
is the wealth and power they need
Once
the people fall for the tricks
The
country will fall in the dark pit
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