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Polithieves On my behalf, a conclave of crows Then, my Imminent appointment follows Orchastrated triumph at the polls Heralds me into Parliament of Owls Perching in the FAAC Convocation In control of State notes I go swift lyk Abacha o. I have the antidote to your sting The unremitted signed-off sum arouses my Swiss account into ****** While you ejaculate Pains after intense romance with poverty In my hands lies the antidote to poverty's venomous sting in your lives. With unclouded vision I see the bruised Roads hospitals with chronic illness sick Schools diagnosed with illiteracy Upon dusk, the 9th Plague of God on Egypt is reawakened: Transformers with no heartbeat. *** Your rivers of gold enticing enough to lure Oludumare dine with injustice Greediness vampired you with Insatiable thirst for wealth Conscience numb like the corpse of Bin Laden; With flaming greed, that ablazes the ocean. You emissaries of Esu Bearers of anguish Farmers with bountiful reaping yet no sowing. Santas with sack bulging with hoarded wealth Drownless river trickles down our faces Hades empathise, but with you - epicaricacy. "Tins go beta" - their ghost promise Yet we are maltreated wives to poverty Submerged in sorrow with no depth Our rainy eyes experience no drought

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