Friends, 'Speech' in politics is an unstable chariot,
The oaths are defeated by words within the core of reason,
Friends find new convenience, standing on utterrence,
A new floral bouquet appear in the promise of a new friend.
In politics, Friendship is a temporary horse,
Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, the bond is just a couplet,
The crust is suddenly agitated by herdy oscillations,
In the blink of an eye the hands are released, the shoulders are separated, the bonds of friendship are decorated by dispute.
In politics, today the one with the royal crown on his head,
Garland is then the context of obedience,
Respect falls on the soles of the feet,
The symptoms are pleasing.
In Politics, No one is indispensable,
When the crisis wakes up, Suddenly the earth shook,
The crown smashed under the foot,
Obedience is plundered on the daylight,
A garland of fallen honour, appear on a new canvas,
The beach is lit up with colorful cries on the horizon.
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