In the face of time
Walking down the lane of governance
Decades of unending sighs
Enshrouding the ruling stance
Rights thrown to naught
Lest a state robed in wealth
Should by a few be lost
To the winds of greed in their breath
The zenith vested in affairs
The supposed messiah turned villain
'There'd be peace absent much fear'
Words of deceit to fan their gain
Who dares break the trend
And save Her from imminent end?
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