The Horse With the Rider of Death
The horse with the rider of death
The horse of democracy
Rolls with the rider of death
In the third world countries
Even the west still
Feels this rider of death
He spears no soul
With his iron swords
He rides all over the planet
Killing and shading innocent blood
He got no soul
But forces a rule
The rules of democracy
Kills it sheep's so dearly
In the third world
I wonder if the west enjoys
Such destructive democracy
In Africa
Cos our riders got no soul
They are always ready
To devour
They ride so fast on ever
Rebellious soul
Who stand against there way
They are ever ready
To make us bleed
Expecially when we retreat
From a rule that never was
Made for our existence
Copyright © Richard Nnoli | Year Posted 2021
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