ROSES OF VIOLENCE

They promised freedom from day one

Way before the election was won

Renewed hope in the chosen one...

Alas, in God we trust

An observer in all their madness

Hoping the best man wins

Picked no sides in their contest

But unity should always come first

Been years we began running

The price of things haven't stopped running

Like an infant leaking diarrhoea

The supreme promises keep falling flat

The previous man was a herdsman

Treated men like cattle and made life difficult

This one is a tycoon, he lifted all restrictions

Then made the masses pay for it—

Through the nose, through the anus

This someone who promised citrus..

The silence of the lambs, the roar of the lion

O, let the dogs out!

Let them bark and keep barking

At this curious case that frankly

Springs up roses of violence in the land

Brash and violent with all their prickly thorns

The chosen ones plunder the nation in turns

Raping and pillaging without any remorse

See the land on fire, and truly it burns

But it's business as usual; true to form

The land of hope is being deformed

Those who predicted are quick to inform

Renewed hope in session, but in God

We'll be fine as always, of course...

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