The
day of recognition
The
crooks will hide or flee?
Maybe
they pray to win
But
enough have been said
Now
the time
There
should be no crying
Walk
into the hall of shame
See
it in your name
The
last dish of goodies
It
isn't a fight but bad taste
The
vision of the nation
Nothing
is said
It
is still playing with money
This
isn't the way forward
It
is the bad soul
It
rolls out in shame
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