It Ain'T Working
Its a shame,
Its a shame that you claim to defend
When in real sense
You want us to depend on you so you can use and use and use
Misuse and abuse us if we refuse
You've got it all figured out
Raise the cost of living to the levels no being could afford to rebel
Then label those who can enemies of progress
You run a short race with long goals
Drying the pockets of the locals
The same pockets you promised to fill on your campaign trail
The solid plans have turned to powder
You've betrayed the nation on whose backs you rose to power
Its been barely an hour but our hands are blistered
Please
You came to us on your knees but took off on the wrong foot
A saint with a cent
You turned altars to pulpits
And we followed your every whim like puppies
Now you wake up every morning thinking of which promise you gon' break first
Mr president
Its evident that this is not working
Cause, trust me, if you pass the bill, the workers that you plan to tax will stop working
Copyright © Samuel Sikanga | Year Posted 2023
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