They say they love us
Guns in hands,
Speaking with sugar-coated mouths
Tongue in cheeks,
Promising to build bridges where there is
no river
Calling white, black
Each time we complain
They say love us
They say they love us
But act like rogues in suits
Their carriages are not different from
touts’
Poised to siphon the system with pens and
milk it dry
Yet they say they love us
They say they love us
And shrewd all their actions in secrecy
Operating like a blood-sucking cult
Yet they say they love us.
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