The back door
Chasing bubbles
Hoping it will catch
Burst into frogs?
The bubbles in its eyes
Floating higher and higher
It tries hard to reach it
Believing there are frogs
It will help
In its desperation to stay afloat
The seed of power and benefits
It can eat into a sinful soul
The back door runs
Forgetting about pandemic
Let the economy in low stride
Let the unemployment high
The back door chasing bubbles
Wanting to live in its dream world
Though the back yard is burning
Every wood falling one by one
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