I don’t hate politics,
But I do detest the politician,
In whose veins greed does like a train run,
Who money ever seeks.
I think of the countrymen,
I think of the boy, poor,
I think of his mother’s fingers, sore,
I think of the country again.
I beseech! Lead the country towards prosperity,
I beseech! Lead the country towards prosperity.
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