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

         

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

This just is The basis of injustice

'twill have been just ease, If the ruler was Justice;

But corruption's the caption, And justice, the cap shunned

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

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The art of hypocrisy In the act of democracy,

Painting corruption As a core option

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

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

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

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

The canker-worm Posing to keep the leaf warm,

Effecting a faded grin, When the land's no more green.

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