Poverty in slums and gums stinks
Avarice in ivory towers clinks
While my distended belly cries
Cos all your promises beget lies
Conning me into believing my pocket will swell
Potable water and meals will flow well when poverty you quell
But famine and thirst us kill
Because we don't see the goodwill
You promised us on election day
When you promised us kegs of eggs everyday
With a plethora of cash to warm our pockets
If our valuable votes we injected into your roaring rockets
To fly you into centres of power
Where you and your friends every hour
Plenty of meat you're fit to eat
While we languish in abject poverty at your feet.
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