They arrived in different attires
Each symbolising enormous corruption
Pot belly, overweight with titles
They have become an institution
With scholars who will never graduate
Their arrivals is greeted with siren
A bunch of never-do-well and ingrate
Who'll stop at nothing to maim the wren
From afar, they form a parallel line
Drawing close, I see where it curves
Into the arena with under laid pipeline
They sell their conscience for a few loaves
The consequence of our actions will last the night
While silence spreads dark cloud over our plight
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