Marvin Mwangi

The City Council

Norm engulfs the dreary little town
Ace at work at times a frown
They are here (a piercing cry)
Intense movement with mouths dry
Each soul distraught searing anxiety
Doors latch in unison aint a novelty
They seek royalties a step ignored
Our profits too gained by fraud
Quite has the chills when its the kanju

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