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When the mighty wind comes to a quench
And the heavy rain comes to a halt
Would your household boast of a bountiful harvest?
Plentiful enough into your very own hut

Today a new man taken over your spirit
Trampling the power of the man of God’s thought
Tick-tack, tomorrow comes a heavy retrench
Alas, you go empty belled and no food inside your pot.

What happened to the brain given to think?
A great mind vested with power of will
But you decided to be a fool of cheeky trill
Unquestioning every questionable act of willful flick!

For a pot of porridge, thy brain halts and opts to slack
Lying low and below under a fake man’s will
Thy eyes wind open even without a wink
Yet not open enough to see the heart full of deceitful trick.

Millions of lion’s heart given to a goat to paint its will?
Weep! Cos you have sold your mind
Yet, to a set of thoughtless thinkers
Into the very hands of the man of endless gimmick

Shame! Politics have hauled the brainy brain,
And still not enough a hurt
Painting a lively skull so brainless
Thus! You are so full of total emptiness.

Relentlessly you have stopped to think
What happens when the might wind comes to a quench
And the heavy rain comes to a halt
Would your shore filled with fish so countless

Deceitful and cunny like serpent of sambissa forest
Here with you forever in thick 
Soon they build a heavy fortress
So I beseech you to stop! Make a rethink
Then you can see the black mind of the man so mindless,
Yet promising to bring your black diamond home

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