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5 years skulking around the neighbourhoods, far of than a common thug.

Contrived are your plans, robbing us when we dead asleep.

Retrospective of the unity you had when denouncing dictatorship.

Briskly campaigning to attract attention when in need of support, uncompromising the hardship and current suffering.

Flustered are we the commoners, of such hard earned betrayal, unfathomable anger which cannot be contained no more. 

 Hussy- like are your action, forever will your names be reprobated.

 Waving a Pudgy hand at you peoples moans, grief and cries.

Wounded are our economical earnings as the gouges are there to prove it.

 Irished skinned on you guzzlers and large estates. We always seem to be cogitating, well it time to remove our thinking caps.

  Terrier-like towards our pockets, what a bunch of street vulture-like mongrels.

Your censorious tonal voice, which make my organs quiver.

For shame is thy the noble aristocrat, for sure the society looks askance at your every move.

Dwindling are our resources from yourself proclaimed greed.

It’s time for an act, away with the drama and theatrics.

Sir. George Githunguri

© 8 Apr 2010