The wizard of Politics
Is the lure
Of the tongue
Is the bag
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If tree leaves were money
I would pluck NOT TRILLIONS
To be the RICHEST
But just two or three
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Am the morning dew
Some call me morning stew
I water your fields at dawn
But the bare-feet frown
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They steal until the owners know
A nation with little to show
For fifty six years
Fill our eyes with bloody tears.
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Those who plant seed
In every fertile hole
Then run at high speed
Oblivious of hurt soul,
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Guilty of what he did
He joined his friends
To a drinking spree
Hoping to set
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She is focused
Drumming her naked lap
As moving
Feet thud and flip flop clap
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On valentine's night
Under a moonless sky
Their eyes shine bright
With charm of love pie.
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I love to hear
My earring sing
Beside my ear
As it swing,
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