The Song Of The Year Poem by Naih Garang

Every year, month, week and day,

In my country,

I am well known,

For I stay within the citizens

Who want to eat, eat,

The sweat of their fellow citizens.



I just survive everywhere,

Where there're borders

Or without borders,

Where there's a male

Or a female, even where there

Is young and an old.



Charity workers are them

Who may not know me,

And still there's a little doubt,

That I may be within them

If they want to eat,

Eat the sweat of their fellow citizens.



My very best qualification,

Is the technological know who,

And not technological knowhow,

For I believe in the tactics

Of eating, since they say,

Blood is thicker than water.



Where there is anything

To eat is my destination,

Filling the air with bribery,

Tribalism, nepotism and others,

Fulfilling my mission

Of getting rich or die trying.



I sometimes live in religious places

When the members are supporting me,

But ‘am commonly found

In working places,

Where there's a lot to dig deep,

Deep into the ground.



Every man who likes eating,

Loves me without complaining,

But those who don't know eating,

Keeps complaining and crying,

Because I don't correct, but keep corrupting,

As the gold diggers keep their slogan,

"Corruption the song of the year".