They seethe and fume
Of our despotism
Our tyranny,
And corruption
They flaunt
Wealth, power
Good governance,
Justice and fairness
At our faces
Yet, these two-faced crooks
Swell their treasuries
With funds looted
From our coffers
They enrich
Their museums
With artefacts
Stolen
From our
Hapless nations
But they are saints
We are sinners
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