Our Country's Representa-thieves
I
The sunlight sprouts, as it gives light to the spree of life.
Like the whirlwind in nature's atmosphere,
So the days of men ring and rise on the surface of pain and lies.
II
Hope comes, warding off the long-thirst of men.
As they spin and strive in a world of plenty,
Choked up in a well-ventilated environment.
III
Promises swayed in, made to masses.
As the cries of wasted resources spring on,
And the wails of the prudent elites echo from afar.
IV
Now, Sunlight dims, Hopes burried, and Promises breached.
As the Testament of our lustful lives, and mourning elites stir the atmosphere.
When we discover the roads created are soaked in the bloods of the citizens,
That the margins between the rich and the poor,
Are the effect of so-called Press-dent, Sin-ators, Min-sters,
All called our Country's Representa-thieves.
V
Another day will shine on,
To paint our thumbs in creeds for you.
Another sunset will sprout,
As we turn our vows and wake from your Bed of lies.
VI
We will walk no more in your stream of nothingness,
We will pledge no more to your ocean of Fairy tales,
We will heed no more to your campaign coming from your decade lips of lies.
VII
And another moon will shade off the darkness,
When the hate you give will Boomerang,
That day, the hopes will be regained,
And our lives will be set Ablaze no more.
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Thomas Oluwatosin
©Fearless Lines
2021-02-05 09:48:50
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