Tuesday, November 27, 2018

the bad taste will be known



One by one the bowling pin will fall
Once it was together united for a common interest
Catch the gold make it to sunset
As long as a leader stays in authority

Now the bowling pins are falling
Hit by a people’s tsunami
The bowling pins reluctantly hit the ground
Rolling away trying to hide its faces

But the leaders forget
It will go around to be back
The bowling pins will show its faces
The bad taste will be known

The lies are told
The old tales come to haunt
The bowling pins reluctantly roll
Into the drain crying loudly through

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