Ink from the nibs
Drops of pens
Stain the plain sheets
Like the venom of a snake
Our resouces are poisoned
Into their individual pockets
Via bribes and kickbacks as proceeds
From the drops of their ink.
It is a league of pen robbers
It is a clique of robbers
They are clientele of rogues
Sucking the nation dry
With the nips of their pens
Till the land is depraved
By the arrows of their cultic pen
They steal our precious black gold
And wreck havoc in the land
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