The Ronin on the
run
They want to find a
master
They can’t find one
They make their own
ruling
They don’t see the
consequences
They just want to
make a stand
On issues they
think they have a chance
Some called them
the loose cannons
They have a short
fuse; they explode easily
The unwanted faces
nobody wants
So, they make
noises hoping to get notice
Of their lives
emerging with no guardians
The Ronin on the
run
Looking for ways to
land a home
Everyday they will
make their own judgement
It will rattle up the
society at large
What can they say?
“We have no master
to stay”
The Ronin in the political
maze
They intend to milk
to their advantage
They don’t think of
their actions
They want to
advance their own associations
But they will always
fall
Without a power
base to stay and fight
They are the Ronin
they are the loose cannons
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