Power play and roses
The USA has a pinball machine rigged in their favour
And pin by pin the countries in the middle- America fall
One by one the collapse when they try playing just
Against those who have stolen the mafia's textbook.
I wonder why we have high regards for liars they are
Nothing But a soul that thinks we are expendable garbage.
Revolves around the dancefloor under candlelight
Over glasses of whisky whisper satanic conspiracies
Shiny bejewelled wives are a mere decoration
Evil men are lovers in an unbroken circle of power.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem