Who are we?
We dwell in a region of the world
Where the promises of our leaders to us are being
tufted away by the wind
We claim to speak the truth coated with falsetto
Our actions do not compliment our words of principles,
discipline, culture and moral standards.
Lies have been placed on the throne commanding the truth as a slave
We are traded as schlock in the hands of the feeble
We are buried in ...
Saturday 22nd June 2019 1:44 pm
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