The back door lives in fear
Every move it makes it feels it
The droplets of rain water
On the leaking roof falling down
The sounds it creates
The back door can't take it
Afraid of losing it all
The power and benefits
It pretends to be in control
When the majority is lost long ago
Because of emergency it manages to hold
How long the back door want to pretend?
The wolves have strike
Though the rogue wolves run
The short term gains a long term losses
The party rules must obey or out they will go
The back door stares at the empty door
It has been blown away sometimes ago
It can't hide now since it has been exposed
The wavering wind telling it is better to go
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