The party of crooks
They will not
survive
When the cases go
to court
They will feel the
sinking in the hole
They may try to
bargain
They may try to
shout persecution
They may shout of
cruelty
They don’t shout of
their sins
The monies in their
accounts
The documents are
tied to them
They can’t say of
unfairness
They better don’t
waste time
The jailhouse gate
is open
The cells are
prepared long ago
The inmates are
waiting to see
The new recruits
walking in
The party of crooks
The signs are
written on the foreheads
The marks will not
disappear
Until history
records it in full
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