The wolves fight
Within its ranks
Each wants to be the spot
The pot of meat
The upper leaders
Some may have joined
The black movement
Currying favours from outside
Even the youth are daring
Calling the leader of the pack
Move out and stay put
Without thinking of the consequences
The wolves fight
Moo will be smiling
Though he knows he will fall
When the wolves really pull away
Now the wolves into camps
Belittling each other in public spats
The wolves should quit in the coalition
They may save their own skins
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