I’m sitting near my window
On a cold rainy night as vehicles
Drive past gripping the cold wet bitumen.
I am splashed upon by sound waves
From a loud hailer fixed to his bus
The prostitutes came to his lair
Women, children, men
They came for money, lamb flabs and beer
And sold their souls to a man
He demanded from the poor their wealth
He demanded from the sick their health
He demanded from the children their future
He demanded from the
And he spat at democracy
Like the unelected Bureaucracy
And the unjust Judiciary
He bought them all without mercy
Big men bought for small change
Will never bring change
And so long as Big men become drunk with power
A nations future turns sour
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