Our homegrown democracy
Got a bash,
Fledgling as it is
There is a huge appettite
For the content of our heritage
Than for patriotism.
And the wealth is going
Going into individual's pouches
In lieu of the common good.
There is a bevy of girls
Captured in Simbisa bush
And the bestial insurgents
Too are amassing corpses
On a quotidian basis.
We are confused
Blaming it on partisan opposition
Sitting on a broomstick
Like the witches of yore,
But death be it inflicted
According to norms need not be politicized
This status quo stabs
Our children on their backs
And their future bleak as it is
Is the orchestration to beat us into subjugation and exploitation
Sure the world listens
And they're here to see for themselves
How in the abundance of spoons
The people relish jelly beans with fingers.
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