28 August 2012
I can hear the footsteps, My children are home, Where they are kept, Before they all roam,
They snoop the streets, With a glint in eye, Looking for the weak, To join our young tribe,
I am the lone leader, With power to the tips, I am their reader, Power from my lips,
We take over towns, Then cities, and more, We won't be the clowns, On this mighty tour.
Our Tribe • Opuss № I