World order
The twisted democracy of the
Twenty-one' century
Oiled by personal capital
Invents for us a twisted leaders
On a spectrum between
Conservative Billiarder to sociopath one
Then the astonished voters are torn in the gap
between the saved cream by the pig's cats
down to the puddled mud
where they are forced to swim with no hope
And when the guarding cops
on public order which is based upon yesmens
filled with blacks' hatred
They are not hesitating to smash with a knee
every black that is black because he is black
Then the skies' shout of injustice
Becomes a huge stream that outbursts in the Fifth Blvd.
Burns and robbers the shops of
Legendary wealth
Where the hopeless stopped visiting there
when they lost their hope
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