Has taken over as leaders.
Anarchy, and desolate now panders.
We're troubled.
We're disturbed.
We now feed on our feces
Our children Perishing,
And dieing in the slum
No food to feed,
They now live on weed,
Even with their fees.
We now sag and call it swag,
Living in dirtiness,
We consume filthiness,
Endure tortured smack,
When things are just sacked.
Our fate are smiling at us.
Our bones broken,
Lives taken,
Homes fallen,
No one to call unto.
Destinies shattered,
Souls butchered,
Our lives are punctured.
Our daughters raped,
Sons taken,
Mother's battered,
Fathers scattered.
What is left,
What is right,
Punctured life.
We've no peace,
We're no more at ease.
Some travel oversees,
To seek for peace,
Yet find no peace.
We are punctured,
Our homes in desolate,
Our leader we can't appreciate,
Coz they make us depreciate.
What is left,
What is right,
Our lives have been punctured.
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#Sunsampaul d Philosopher
08-01-16
08:44am
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