Prof Klm
An Airline International KLM,
Heavily landed
With heavyweight dead body
Belongs to Professor KLM,
Before it was off loaded
Into his Black Mercedes Off-road
In a rush
To the bush
To be buried in the village
Where he left since his teenage,
To be buried by same relatives,
Whom he treated as slaves
And same villagers,
Whom he treated as beggars.
This Professor of Mathematics
And Economics
Who wrote several proposals
For his villagers
To be poorer
Is buried near his leaning roof
Which is ten times and half,
Worse
Than the village chairman’s house.
Which plant
Do you think we would plant?
On top of his grave
While he doesn’t deserve
To rest under the shade of plants
For sweet fruits!
To hell!
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