THE HITMAN SAMMIE
The canny hitman wears many faces
His smiling face he calls democracy
Were you to hear him chanting..
You would be forgiven to believe
Freedoms.. rights, democracy..
He utters and funds yet.. SEE
Do you SEE your fallen statesman
Your struggling economy..
Your puppet H.E The president
The Hitman leeching the economy dry
Where will we sell our wares is SHE falls
SHE buys gold, silver linen, and all niceties
Where will we sell our wares ooh hunter
If the hitman becomes the hunted..
If shes smoldering in ashes will they
All weep.. you clothed yourself in finery
Said I am a QUEEN I will weep not...
You held sway ruled with an iron grip
Those stars I see on your turban...
It's rumored you plucked from the skies
Trampled like a rag.. and on your back..
How you love to SOAR.. what kind of being
What kind of BEAST of prey are you.. but
Will we weep when your judgment knocks
With your sin-cup full should we then proclaim
Come out of her my people lest you share..
In her FIERY torment when HER Judgement is read
Did someone say you now lookS like a SHARK...
Did you rise from the waters or do you sit on...
The prophesied, Waters, peoples races nations
The economic hitman offers a friendly handshake
In her labs, she is breeding virulent virus..
Extermination of others is her business parcel
Yet the ignorant mesmerized ignoramus
Claim they rule.. they are all bound in chains
The system, the system, chants the Rasta...
Babylonian systems chant down.. Rasta chants
Mary Jane Joint now lights
Where did we go so wrong
Passing Janja weed Ronny..
I will call you my servant SILA see..
Calling a bird of prey from the east
Zerubbabel YOU will rebuild my temple
Zerubbabel YOU will accomplish..
The divine purpose bestowed in YOU
#Bubble in time
Luis 2020 Feb 28.
Copyright © LEWIS NYAGA | Year Posted 2020
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