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Fair Game
Some claim they don't do politics
Cos it's a game of dirty tricks
That powerful people try to fix
I guess that much is true.
I too can see what's going wrong
The same sad singers sing the same sad songs
Leaving no space for me and you
To feel that we belong.
But if that leaves us in a rage
Which makes us choose not to engage
We leave for them an empty stage
...Friday 22nd September 2017 9:39 pm
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