Thursday, April 16, 2020

moo can't make it green



Moo can't say
He looks at the brown grass
Growing idly by on the ground
He tries to make it green

But he can't
He comes from behind
He isn't a saint
He isn't bless

Buying support
He tries to make it soon
May June or July
He will see his downfall

Moo has to make it quick
Buying the kilos and monkeys
Gathering up in his cabinet
So he can feel confident

But the 11 pieces of gold
It hangs too heavy on his head
He can't think straight
He has sold his integrity and soul

Moo has to feed
The greedy partners in his group
He has no choice but to make it happen
For he can't forget the power in his hand

The back door will fall
No leader should play out the Old Man
He will not easily forget his hurt
He will find his way to make it even

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