I\'m so lucky to be from the green city in the sun
Where green plants wilt in plenty of rainfall
A desert of moral vitues
Where a thousand busk in the million\'s pain
We are in power, so we are the Lords
It\'s seductive
Sometimes lucrative
Till you hear the knocks of ugly coups
Then bloodshed
I\'m so lucky to be from a country
Where electorate preference is for thieves and swindlers
When they rise to power
It\'s time for revenge and looting
Freedom is written in the books
But never to be found in our hearts
Many words are easier said
Than being done
The nation sinks
In the dirt mire of tribal fragments
My tribe is in power so I\'m
But we all beg for bread with tears
Tommorow is the swearing in of our new old governor
Polls statistics were electronically counted during blackout
No, we don\'t count votes
We say they were stolen
Like magma boiling underground
The nation is overthrown by power maniacs
All juries suffer from academic affiliations
Smoke kisses the skies
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