The blood of many the despot spilt in Darfur
There are beneficiaries of autocracy even among the poor
Sycophants are thieving bootlickers walking on evil's spoor
They realise gain; we realize pain
Our loved ones they hold in disdain
Common sense hangs his head in shame
Vice rises in pomp and fanfare
Flooding the poor man's thoroughfare
Clouding his pursuit for knowledge and freedom in the square
Lenin promised plural ownership of resources
Starlin set at the fountain; we failed to reach the water source
Hitter blamed the Jews for the curse
The land belongs to us all, so they tell us
By the letter of the law they defraud us
With phantom offer letters they switch off our tomorrow
Now the heavens have frowned, and the Almighty looked away
Those that only yesterday we fed now from them we beg
Hitler blamed the Jews; we blame the whites, same whatsapp group!
Phillip Nine Mafunga
28 October 2019
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