The bush fires
Political tricks of the mind
Creeping slowly to the surface
Waiting to engulf the unbelievers!
The Old Man plays his game
His trick crafted in decades
He was a master of his game
He doesn't admit his mistakes
The past followers will light it up
The back door leaders run about
They are the fools engaging a bad move
Screaming their heads off on their race!
The country's image they forget
The economy will bring everyone ahead
The Old Man forgets his role
He sings his old tale all over again