Like python on its prey coils,
Poverty holds us in oil boils,
Our leaders left us as we fails,
The tax payer's money fade foils.
They are the cause of these trails,
Where prosperity remains on the tails,
Citizens suffers in hardship nails,
While they enjoys fat allowances pails.
As the python swallows the victims wails,
But its plea fells on deaf ears derails,
Exactly is how poverty does its hails,
To poor citizens of this sovereign regime soils.
It pains me for real like a broken rails,
Where the wagons has no where to veils,
But it stuck in dilemma waiting for miracle grails,
Which will take it out of this pathetic jails.
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