The
red and white
Its
leaders don't get it
They
are on the opposite fence
Hungry
for the wealth
The
pile they sat on it
They
can't forget how it feel
On
the opposite side of the fence
Their
eyes glow salivate in their minds
In
the broad day light
Pretend
to play their roles
All
the while they have hatched plans
Running
to the back door
The
red and white
The
dreams in the night
The
glow of precious stones
There
is no way to take out alone
The
planted story
Hoping
it will get traction
Saying
of a major Trojan horse
The
Brutus in the coalition
The
red and white
There
is no chance to return
No
need to say of lies and tales
It
is better to stay low pray for sins
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