Bigheaded pigeons in their tuxedos
Self centered and proud
Portraying the image of the wealthy
Betraying the misery in their closet
Obsessed with their outward look
The flashy cars they drive
With their polished mag wheels
Reflecting their wishes
Substituting their fraudulent cheques
Bigheaded pigeons in their silky gowns
Materialistic souls lost to the heavenly call
Parade the city’s affluent suburbs
Enveloped by a mystic aura
Created by their ill gotten wealth
Corruption their only source of income
Their pockets full of a guilty conscience
Their faces covered by fancy masks
Their black hearts wrapped in gold
In a show of wolves in sheep skin
They robbed a nation of its greener pastures
Leaving behind an empty valley full of poverty
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