A father of multitude mediocrity,
Spoke about his truth and prophecies;
Raised his arms with power in hands;
“Those who feast on heaven shall glory the poor and the land.”
Our father has a veneering gluttony,
Fashioned with wit and simplicity;
The harbinger of peace and serenity;
The messiah of great humanity.
To be good is to be deceiving;
To be evil is to do nothing;
A tactical oppression for need fulfillment;
A satisfying guilt for everything.
A quest of passion;
A thirst of one’s perversion;
A hunt for domination;
It is one’s true salvation.
At what cost a child could bear
The weight of her filthy world, and then?
A never-ending dream to better the nation,
Yet pretended they can be helpful for them.
Now we must be eye-opened!
Authenticity made of security;
Choose a leadership with upheld integrity;
The one with purity in charity.
Because those who feast on the poor and the land
Shall be met with fire and fury;
And the houses they built from sands
Will be their own final cemetery.
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