Our looted money,
Our stolen sweat
Their flamboyant jets,
No one to hold them!
A tale of theft
Detrimental to the Lords;
Those that labour in vain.
I heard the thief say
He stole for my own sake,
And I heard justice declare
My things were not lost, but kept.
A tale of never ending promises
Destructive to the nation;
A tale of justice served
Served on the table of thieves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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