My president is a professional military
He prefers coups to elections
He signs decrees into law
And treat laws as the decrees he signed
Because he wanna get things done fast.
My president is a professional military
He prefers fighting wars than building peace
Once he flog the drums at the square
Anyone who danced to it will be shoot aside.
My president is a professional military
Call him whatever you feel like
Ask him to resign If you like
Rain down your curses upon him in dislike
It'll do no harm to his thoughts
Because his heart is as hard as rock of ages
My president is a professional military
He'll not speak to those that voted him
Rather he'll let his errant boys do that
Because that's the noble practice of war veterans.
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