The bad leaders march
Together with frogs in basket
The smiling faces dreaming of power
They think they will be in
The frogs too
Dreaming of the wealth and positions
Marching together
Forgetting the trust and loyalty
The bad souls sink
Deep into the pit
They think they can get out
Once in the darkness who will see?
The bad move
It get knocked out half way
They stand there can't decide
The power has slipped through
The bad leaders march
Nothing to gain but emptiness
They have nothing to show
Only the bad moments
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