At the corner of Freedom and Justice,
Some resign and some realign,
In Change Square you see the reflection,
Of signs reading 'We Welcome Defection, '
Pressure building, the nation fragile,
Walking through land mines you got to be agile,
Influential Generals and Tribal Leaders,
Standing by a red bed of bleeders,
After hearing ten thousand lies,
It's hard to compromise,
The situation looking ghoulish,
The Devil Leader looking foolish,
Even in Hell you got to pay rent,
If you live in a castle or live in a tent.
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