When they read their manifesto It always sounds like presto Suddenly they lose the tempo We get the expo Everyday we hear the same thing But we never see a damn thing [Click on the title to view poem]
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POEM: CORRUPT LEADERS (PART 1)
They want to be the pillars While hiding in their cellars Amassing wealth in dollars Under the guise of white collars Acquiring mansions in diaspora With views of the panorama [Click on the title to view poem]
