The power of the people

And money's cruel sword

Cuts in like a needle

As corrupt politicians fight to become our lords

With a party split

It burns itself apart 

As leaders of green wit

Fight candidates with heart

A boy lost picks twice

Each a compermisce

Yet they loose

And chaos esnues

As a boy now jaded

Who's faith in politics feel faded

Understands the blessings and curse 

As the power of the people remain unhurt

Their wishes soon become law

As the establishment falls

And an era of liberalism derails.