A New Regime~
They fired no shots
No one elects them
Possessors of mighty hands
A stranger than fiction
20 billion amiss
Whodunit
The town crier asks
A mighty voice quiets him
#Where Is Our Money
The whole town is buzzing
As the pump goes dry
Everyone panics
Cars on queue
The queue gets long
Everyone goes trekking
A feast of black markets Swindler
Young folks and jerry cans
Uniformed men wield a horse whip
A solemn heart moved to tears
What a new Federal Republic!
~ Murtaza Micky Yusuf
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