We are downtrodden, we are hungry
And here you are
Squeezing us for every cent we earn
Drain our every pocket
For every coin we gather
Suppose the price of this sacrifice
Is a high class service
Alas! Not only we are drained of coin
But we are scammed by your lies
The hospitals are hot and crammed
The students are weary of unstable buildings
The bridges cannot support anything
The road littered with sinkholes
You tax us to the hilt
But scam us with your faulty services.
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Poetry of the Furious
PoetryThere are things in life that frustrate, anger and saddens you. Things like the irritable people around you, the happenings in politics and current events, problems that continue to haunt you. I deal with these irritations by turning them into poetr...
