What weird games they play
With a new facade each day
They say we hunt in packs
Like needles in a hay stack
Often they, hunter's, get hunted
One door to other, get shunted..........
They take pride in their exclusivity
Solemn kings of their doomed city
Somalia puts their results to shame
Empty minds, find no one to blame
Our meetings are like pot-boilers
But alas, we get no spoilers....
Our Marriage was a celebrated event
We all knew what "faith" it meant
The day "faith" was chosen by democracy,
Today, killed by nepotism and secrecy,
On a Wing and a prayer, we now are living,
But soon, there shall be an uprising
But soon, there shall be an uprising..........
