That they know how to work
makes them brandish their tools
and fix things upside down,
Boast that no one knows better
than them
They steal into their trade
with impunity, guns at hand Luke armed robbers
And what is to be accomplished
for the common man,
He bears the brunt himself
Shrivelled like a tobacco leaf
beaten by the clime.
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