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Shower me not with 
Such sweet sour emptiness 
From your wagging tongue of lies
For this earth beneath my foot
Could be a sinking land for loot.

Like you did told our fathers
To drop their brains back home
And walk upon your shores empty headed
For you to replace their hollow heads with yours.

Your pot of lies never ceases to boil
Like when they sat around that round table
And you dished to them meals of deceit
While their bulging bellies replaced their heads.

I can see why we the children
Like Almajiris still run to you for grains.

If I shake my head
Like I was paying heed
While you try to beautify
The essence of being a tenant in my own house
And your firework makes a mockery of the fire-fly
We shall soon see which of them outlives the other.

We have always relied on you
Like we have always relied on our legs
To be as swift as that of the fastest antelope
We even murdered our own
On an ideology over blown.

Now you are back
With the storm in your hands
And fire in your mouth
To enshrine or to consume
Of what we have left of our toil

This time we didn’t go to you
But you have decided to come to us
With Larger or is it Lagarde in your hand
Possibly to get us foolishly drunk
For this time we won’t accept a re-lie.

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