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Ever sat down and caged yourself in questions
Why some things have to be
Why some have not to be
Yet you can't extract answers to all this mayhem
And not even the pundits have a suitable solution
Ever quizzed yourself why the world is never fair?
Not even to the grey-haired
Or you think they are lovely now
As though wisdom resides in their white-washed keratin
A winner, isn't everyone on the road trying to achieve
Most of them out here are only to craft their mischief
And lure the innocent to their secret lair
Once there; serve them with a cup of tea
Isn't it how we welcome visitors in the dark continent?
During the fight for independence
Many cried for change
Look at the economy now
Inflation is the bushfire
So sad they used his name
To enrich themselves
To make a name
In the industry that's on the brink of collapse
They drunk from the tap
That never stopped leaking!
