10 Digits of An African Leader's Hands
I will start with the left hand, the weak hand
The thumb, I suck, as a symbol of my laziness
The index, I point, blaming and passing the buck
The middle, I raise, cursing and swearing at opponents
The ring, I hide, because I’m married to mediocrity
The little, I use, trying to lift the tonnes of debt I inherited
What about the right hand, the stronger?
I use all the digits to rake in all that I can
I know you think I loot, pillage and plunder
But I only look out for myself, carry out my plan
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