The den of crooks
They always want
their own kind
They will feel comfortable
in the crowd
They will talk the
same language
Nobody can say a
thing
Each has his own
backyard of skeletons
They aren’t afraid
of Brutus
They always feel
they are in the loop
The den of crooks
They will sing
their own praises
They will bend
their own rules
Even on religion to
serve their tastes
The den of crooks
They will work
behind the law
If possible, they
will ride on it
Galloping with the
power in their hands
The people must
stand firm
Know who are the
crooks in politics
They are the ones
who will make us poorer
The sweet words but
back doors trick of wealth
The den of crooks
They want their own
paradise
They aren’t
fighting for the masses
We have to look
after ourselves
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