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You mingled and now re-emerge In a place on the cusp, on the verge, Preparing its nethers And preening its feathers, To break out in colour and sound Now most want for you to succeed Having so far seen too many bleed This new generation Needs no explanation So do all those things you expound
Brush swishing and scrape of the pan The way for the brand new Tlatoani, The Fourth Transformation, A regeneration Sweeping changes that will be profound No longer to fly like a king And with policies mostly left wing Success and its flurry Could slip into slurry Please don’t let corruption abound
You promised to bring winds of change But these winds seem to buffet and range Round the same fungal creepers, Perennial sleepers Let’s hope there’s some new blood around
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