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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I chuckle soft when people fume, And blame the lot in suits and gloom. “You see those leaders? All a scam!” But who’s still selling free yarn? Was it not your own cousin’s name, On that campaign with matching frame? The nurse who sighs, “This ward’s a zoo,” Still checks her brows in selfie view. She posts, “On duty, Lord be praised,” While someone’s gasping, soul half-raised. Yet when they moan the state’s unwell, She nods, “It’s true,” then rings the bell. The lecturer, with paunch and tie, Reads ancient notes with weary sigh. He shares some grades with knowing nod, Then says, “This country’s truly flawed.” He blames the youth for lack of grit— While half his class just pays to sit. The copper parked on potholed street, Asks, “Where’s your licence? Papers neat?” He grins, “Let’s talk,” with greasy grin, While tucking morning bribes within. By noon he’s shouting on the news— “Society’s gone down the loos!” We roast the system every day, With memes and gifs in strong array. Yet scroll past queues to dodge the vote, Then mourn when goats are running boats. We ask for change, yet shift no ground— Just echo tweets that spin around. The tailor swears, “Your cloth’s near done,” But dances at his niece’s fun. The mechanic says your car’s in queue, But joyrides round like Fast & Few. Then tells his mates, “This land’s a mess!” While wearing shoes you just redressed. The market lady shifts her scale, And bags your rice with hidden shale. The youth who screams, “We must rebel!” Still ghosts his friend to chase one belle. We all want justice, loud and bold— But sow deceit like coins of old. The pastor thunders, “Give and live!” Then buys a Benz you helped to give. He claims the Lord approves his flight, While dodging tax in holy light. He’s not alone—we’re in this stew, From deacon’s pew to bus queue too. So when next time you curse “the throne,” Recall—it doesn’t stand alone. That golden seat’s not self-assigned, It’s built from all we’ve undermined. To mend the roof, don’t shout and frown— Pick up a spade, rebuild your town. You want clear roads? Then drive with sense. You want fair rules? Then stop the fence. It’s not by screaming, “God will run it!” While jumping queues with cheek and sonnet. The mirror’s clear, it doesn’t bluff— We are the system. That’s enough.
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