Two imprisoned by love;
trust, honesty, their glove.
Kissing, touching; romantic bliss;
Lie comes in everything cease.
My village elected a new king,
his campaign: "vote me, change I'll bring."
Calendars rot, nothing new is born;
Lie betrays, rebels carry gun.
"This drug any illness cures.
I swear! It has been tested, pure!"
Fifty buy, "praise God for healing!"
Lie stings; beautiful souls dying.
Many a time we've got no choice;
our saving grace, Mr. Lie's voice.
But if carefully his ills we price,
we'll realise its not worth the prize.
Call him minor or huge;
white,black or blue.
Lie knows no good;
he destroys like a poisoned food.
