Politico

POLITICO There’s a rain of gold And I’m the ray of that hope My vatic come to pass And good fortune comes to us Did I not talk to the gods? Did I not listen to their words? The debacle of my enemies cometh Like a deluge and blitz together But I’ll live for a long time For I’ve touched nobody’s dime Only legless allegations By spineless alligators Were it not for the forces of darkness The poor would have stumbled on riches Not just beggars with wishes Beggars saddled and trotting away on their horses I have a dream, not to lie side by side with predators Rather to talk one on one with my creator To take your prayers and tithe to the inner sanctum To receive your baskets and treasures in God’s name This is a valiant’s palate of bitter herbs One day those of garb the royal robes About me with golden ring Then you’ll know I’m a supernatural being Has not my prophesy come true? That false prophets will come to you Ranting about a new leader I am an adept mind reader And I see the scriptures of the evil one In whoever denies that I’m not the one Bright Githui