On power days i see them
Ravenous for power
Insatiable in heart
All their minds are for afluency.
You SWINDLER!
Why is my net dry?
why is my mother still naked?
My father penniless?
My country on bankrupt?
you quaranteed me posh roads
you quaranteed me education
you quaranteed me water
and clothing inclusive.
Now that you have my hands,
you are paying me with plundering.
To live in treasuries
with your accomplice.
Nonetheless we are all aptitude
We can develplope ourselve.
Now, see the castle cracking
The subject furmished
sea drying
With the rock blubbing
'We are nonentity to the world...'
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