Today, the masses are wailing,
Cos our leaders are failing,
They give us hope for generations
While scheming for their next elections.
Their promises are always pending,
But their commands; never-bending,
Their faces are haughty and threatening,
Whilst their voice is booming and deafening.
For we, the mases, they feign care,
But their care is for the booty’s share,
While clutching their goodies, women and beers,
They leave us to face our fears.
Alas they trivialize our priorities
And yet, they prioritize their own trivialities.
I am but a noble seer,
And I see, in the coming year.
Our leaders meeting their doom,
And tottering towards everlasting gloom.
From these leaders, we need independence
If we are to preserve our existence.
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