Three to run the race
All in green one dressed
Their boots with white laced
In hand with baton are set
Their counterparts are set
To win the race I bet
Pruu... a sound is heard
The whistle's blown I guess
A good start the green possess
Independence they fight to get
To tell their lords they'll do it themselves.
To this they take the lead
While others struggle to meet
Their will is great
So they lead
They seek to deliver the baton
The seconds, the baton taken
To continue the race
The glory of the first they think they'll take
So weak they grow
And lost the race
Relentless, others take the lead
Delivered the baton to win the game
The green, still on the run
To win a lost race
To myself I wonder
When they'll become true leaders
To remove the boots they laced
And deliver the baton to make the name.
BY
T.BEN
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