The political zombies
Everyday we will hear them
They don't have the minds
They are the puppets
They will say
What the puppet master wants
They have no clues
Only say to suit their ground
The political zombies
Climbing high in their minds
Though there is nothing new
Only they own perception
Time they find their cure
Don't let the mind sink in the darkness
They will lose it all
Not even paradise will welcome them
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