I believe children are angels
Created by God to teach adults
The shame and blame of jails
Come from their addiction to cults and tumults.
I believe love dies for want of care
Displayed by couples who're lost
As their display their proud flair
In a champagne and vintage wine toast.
I believe unhappiness is self inflicted
On victims who play the wrong card
As to fantasies and jealousies they get addicted
When they dismiss advice and counsel from a boulevard bard.
I believe each woman should enjoy her full rights
Whether she marries and stays single
Regardless of whether she dons leggings or tights
As with kindred hearts she opts to mingle.
I believe Karl Marx was right
To claim controversial beliefs
That capitalist might
Robs the dignity of African chiefs.
I believe national boundaries cause trouble
Because they're arbitrary
Determined to spin rabble
Generated from a colonialist diary and breviary.
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