The Delicate Wail
When I stare at Bomba, coughing aloud outside
When Mwami and family, chewed swallowing thunderously
He glares most in somber, so as to get a guide
How to enter and nearly, they hear ignoring unanimously
As I listen from country man, scratching the bald to seek
While political men keep on, ballooning bellies to thinner the barns
They die in numbers malnourished, or stay to toil but weak
How to get least own, they hear but guards with guns
When I see a minister, in the holy cabinet lecture
That happy are the poor, like insurance collecting levies
While the beggar in sinister, collecting particles for nurture
How to grow on particles' tour, which can't quench deficiency
My appeal to all, that before any we want some
From anybody without care, but the strides after
All you need wall, and then you sound worm
After a glory so fair, your evil the starter
Stay the self like selves, for all are equal
The more equal are unsure, that day and night are sides
Of a rotation just a day, when stand in light focal
Never point fingers mature, and know they're just strides
At last I saw a pauper man, dig a huge hole most guarded
To throw the afterlife of, Mwami the former feaster
I bowed down to ban, my look not to get made'd
For when you jump a rope, it was be held upper
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