I wonder how fat we are
It appears they think
We are getting obese
There's a surgery to make us thin
And they've seized all that
Made us good.
We are sick
Our country is ill
Lean and frail
We, the skeleton of the land
Brittle, flesh no longer holds
We are double dazed by ailments
One of them anaemia
We rolled on the ground
We shouted
We cried
They feigned deafness
When we woke them with a log
Like waking an elephant from a Slumber, they sent us an anaemic
To donate blood for our transfusion
Our lives have been seized
And given to a chosen few.
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