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The Silence of the Trumpet
Trumpet call And all down tools, People who don't live by the rules, Listen to these trumpets calls The caller is a hypnotiser, A cad and a womaniser, He is also a billionaire, Without any savoir faire. Avarice and powerful too He tells others what to do The trumpeter is extremely bad, Some people think he must be mad, He keeps going on and on, Committing crimes that to others are wrong, Many followers of this man Always agree with any silly plan, That this deranged man expounds, No matter how ridiculous it may sound. They follow him like a flock of sheep, His self-centred rallies make the educated weep. Trumpeter claps himself when he is on the stage, He dances to music to engage While pointing to people in the crowd As his followers cheer and clap out loud Everything gets to a fever pitch Like a circus without a hitch. The trumpeter's power grows and grows, His audience loves him; the louder he blows, Then one day at one of these rallies, A Bugler played the reveille It was the necessary wake-up call And the start of the trumpeter's fall.
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