publicinfoproject
Jun 17, 2011, 11:04 AM
We fight in fronts
With our hands at our backs
Bound,
Our legs in shackles.
Degenerates
Pound our polity
Polluted
And plant bombs in our sacred places,
In playpens,
In our bed chambers.
Proteges,
Protegees of power
Spit on our pained faces,
Our biles
Like volcanoes boil,
Our whining
And whimpering drowned
By cacophony of corruption cases.
Pardoned kidnappers
Cruise in our capital city,
Cuddling ransoms,
We supplicate in shackles.
With our hands at our backs
Bound,
Our legs in shackles.
Degenerates
Pound our polity
Polluted
And plant bombs in our sacred places,
In playpens,
In our bed chambers.
Proteges,
Protegees of power
Spit on our pained faces,
Our biles
Like volcanoes boil,
Our whining
And whimpering drowned
By cacophony of corruption cases.
Pardoned kidnappers
Cruise in our capital city,
Cuddling ransoms,
We supplicate in shackles.