Shall my country feel let down?
Yes! The King’s! When he shall drown!
In his mansion flooded with wealth
That from our nation steals good health
Like cancer compounding with might
Our socio-political plight
That’s left our nation depleted;
So, why must the King not be ejected?
Now and just now push him to drown
And let woe sweep him off the ground;
Our ground he has stolen and sold
Wanting his deeds to go untold.
Upon making the scribe beggar
He makes his might appear bigger
Giving to him and his a leeway
To duplicate highwaymen: Waylay!
Our nation victim of this ambush
Has sent many a young man to the bush
Where we see they’ve fallen like angels
Heaven’s sounds sent away to hell not bells.
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