The
loots on display
Everyone
knows what is it
The
mighty has fallen for good
There
is no way to climb up again
Instead
of saying it honestly
The
discredited leader still spins his tales
There
is no sympathy for a bad leader
Hiding
wealth for his own benefits
Go
back to his roots
He
hopes to get shielded
He
spins his tales of lies
He
hasn't told the truth
The
Bamboo River is singing
Loudly
now knowing his fate
The
vacant cell is calling
The
name will paste on it
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