We shall make
A recourse to the gun,
If for election we run
Devoid of ideas,
Sell which we can,
We could hardly win
The heart of a single fan.
Also labelled
"Corrupts, atavists
And narrow nationalists"
They can
Put on us a ban
So that sinks on us
The Sun.
Climb into
A political ivory tower
Is not for us,
Let us beat
The drum of war
To garner
And to monger to power.
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