Nations begging the maker in their anthems
the melody is war rhythms
Poverty attacks like pythons
Squeeze life out of its victims
Days ends exactly the way they begin
A tear dropp and nothing on my gain
Hoping dearly my vote can end my pain
President’s name is in the black book by right
For scavengers to take a bite
Now my voice can easily be misinterpreted
If peace fails I will resort to war
Because I can’t stand and watch whilst my walls falls
but for kids’ sake its peace I hope for
hoping dearly my vote can end my pain
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