He thought he had been robbed,
He called up his own mob.
Even though there was no proof,
They believed it was the truth.
There was no proof of theft and wrong,
They fought even after he was gone.
They felt that they were right,
Without proof, they continue to fight.
One side was here, one side was there,
With many trapped between.
Even without a shred of evidence,
“We’ve been robbed!” was all they screamed.
Behind closed doors, they plot and they plan,
Holding onto power, not their fellow man.
Oh, how did this come to be?
They seem to have forgotten about you and me.
Wear a mask, save a life. #girlwithguitar and #Basuracat
