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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required To serve you took an oath; To lead in patriotism And to shun nepotism. To hold in esteem the nation And give back with integrity its ration. Like a leader being called To regard his people, And tend to the cripple. To serve with heart and might Like our forebears fought for their identity. To bring justice to the land And shed not your people’s blood on its sand. To serve with all your strength, And stake your life in defense of its unity. Those were the allegiance to father land When our votes was a pass to glory And our voices echoed for democracy. Today our heroes mourn in their graves Honest men languish in jail, While criminals are granted bail. Smokes of corruption rises from the chimney of pretence. The rain of political looting falls from the sky of hate and greed. The conflagration from the furnace of poverty- Consumes men who are not party to dishonesty, Callousness brings us buried in abyss. Justice hides in the wigs of our judges Like lice on a bushy hair- Only to be shaved by the blunt clippers of deceit. No wonder a blind folded man holds the scale of justice! Far-called our soldiers in the land of death, Combing the bushes and deserts in failing health, Back home our politicians loot the nation’s wealth, Subjecting us all to economic mess. Now that we have been stylishly raided, And the national honours adorned their publicly funded parlours What is left for the masses- Is the nausea from rotten corpses. Hunger stare us in the eye, Little children yearn to die- Watching their mothers beg for crumbs to feed. To serve is to be served, All their allegiance to fatherland Hangs on the rafter of political sham.
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