The Tree Now the Axe

In need of our mandate, he showcases his boyhood reaches the throne and locks the available food. There he goes again, same old trick, same promises definition of past atrocities softened as near misses. A commanding manifesto, making each line suspicious difference in execution, the human mind is so mysterious. Spreads his arms to walk upon the earth leaves our villages with foot marks of dirt He shows the water to be calm and temperature, cool but dangerous reptiles hide beneath the pool. For how long should we continue to anticipate this gold? this blessing still lingers and our children are getting old. He has been given the chance to make a good attempt he’s working really hard, only that his people, he exempts. The right hand stretches to increase his aura the left condemns the people to be poorer. When they get tired and angry, rusty will be his crown he’ll be the next victim, his blood, changing to brown. Suffering and smiling has to stop, we should no longer pretend In one voice, we ensure the parasitism comes to an end.