Political problems arising in a rush,
Treat the weak crush them in discreet,
Disease and conflict unleashed upon us
Pandemonium on the corners of the street.
When the symphony of sobbing starts,
A fleeting decline set forlorn on the good.
Smiles and laughter broken into parts
by the purity of envy where evil stood.
Shadow of party colors unite everywhere
Unforgiving times continuously harass,
pass new way of hustle with expensive fare,
The rich can pay and carry others across.
Ruin environment face charges for more
From parliament new style of promises,
Sorrow will bring a penalty to the poor
leaving the identity of broken families.
All the talk will only lead to bloodshed.
Leave divided loyalties in a torn country,
Without identity many are waiting to be fed.
With sorrow for bread and misery and enmity.
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