A nation of scents and sanctity
now laced with impunity
I celebrate that I am free from the whites
but controlled by the “wise”
Yet I am in fright
Of the years to fight
How dim the future seems
when we entrust it in the claws of political demigods?

Stomachs rumble even on days of feast
Decrepit bodies sulk with disease
Blood make the best of wine
Cockroach, a substitute for fish
sand as food seasoning, urine for water
bottles flattened to replace shoes
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