A Satire To the Famous Politician
Politics! Politics!
What a deadly
game,making
her victim early
lame.Dear
memories i
recall there
was but once
an election,but
present tell us
of selection.
With eyes as a
night owl ,we
see men with
ill mind as
ancient saul, it
would have
been a
pleasure to pay
them the visit
of christ and
rename them
paul, they think
the game is
neat yet it
leads them to
early pit,the
whole thing
digs a trench
when they
think its a
fence.
They believe
they are
players yet all
they need is
prayers,they
are v.i.p at
night
clubs,when
they need to
prepare their
cross,they
think they
have alot of
fans but soon
they will be
taken away in
vans.
Your form of
revenue is
easy,while
workers at
your avenue
are busy, they
went rubbing
the poor to fill
their abyss
accounts,while
their purses
were opened
by INEC leaches.
Their wealthy
company are
now crumbling
before a fall,
and their once
healthy skin
are growing
wrinkled,at the
right time, the
bile of death
they
tasted,the
throbbing
sensation of a
last breath
they
experienced,and
their life cud
was cut, to 6
feet he
became
reduced.
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