Morning blues, evening clues, dizzy news
June chills and goon bills invite tatty blankets
To warm up emaciated souls on dung dues
Borrowed from fire furrows of trivia trinkets
Play tricks, suppress nausea news
That belittle thatch with alien rockets
Knocknees, beriberi, marasmus queues
Eke out a meagre existence with fish buckets
Unhinged to unleash gringos with ravenous greed
Who purloin fish, deplete fish off the coast of Mogadishu
Where ire and wrath of urchins plant the seed
That spawns a failed state with no shoe
To wear, no roof over a famished infant
Whose mom can't breastfeed at any instant.
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