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CORRUPTION - Should have been sixty pots But its turned six tea pots

         
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Before I count to three,
It blazes in the country;

This just is

The basis of injustice
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'twill have been just ease,

If the ruler was Justice;

But corruption's the caption,

And justice, the cap shunned

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The art of hypocrisy
In the act of democracy,
Painting corruption
As a core option
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Government of the people
Making the nation a pee pool,
And we're forced to swim in emotions
Of stagnant emulsions
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Government by the people
Trying to buy the people;
Government for the people
Trying to fall the people
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Should have been sixty pots
But its turned six tea pots;
Even the blind man sees
The suffering of the masses
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A driving cab age
Full of cabbage,
Like a destined nation
For a wrong destination
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In this angered valley,
The loving Val's ill;
Not easy to heal
This way up the hill
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Awaiting the cease
Of this decease
Has turned the joke
Of an unbroken yoke
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Oh corruption!
Now rooted to foundation;
The bullet that shoots
The nation's up-shoots
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See the sleeping dogs bark
As this pathetic aching back,
Hopes for a pat;
Yet, things fall apart
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The canker-worm
Posing to keep the leaf warm,
Effecting a faded grin,

When the land's no more green.
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