Thanks

Thanks
Thanks dear parents
Before you retired to rest
In this era, you brought me
An era the hurrier you go
The behinder you get
I'll report, report from the horse's mouth
My teary eyes witnessed
My teary eyes saw
My teary eyes cried
Thanks, my loving parents

Thanks
Thanks to the academic bowls of our time
Academic bowls turned meal bowls
Fattened like pigs, feeding on human blood
Driven by the bottomless stomachs
Academic bowls, ready to jealously protect
And reason ethnically inclined
Bowls whose conscience found refuge
In the abyss, a bottomless pit
Of professional negligence
Thanks to our educated fools
Weeping for the joy of their bellies

Thanks
Thanks for I was there
Not to be told, present I am to witness
Born the other day, young the hyped baby
Eighth is the year of its existence
Maybe, eighth anniversary
Inclusively, not to mention the head
To latter vowed to adhere
Haha!! They indeed obeyed its dictates
When he was forcefully sent to another country
Away from his motherland
They indeed abided to the baby
When they laughed at the court
Were they not summoned?
Did they not ignore the summon?
Did the guardian angel not feed on the guarded?
Butchered the innocent criminals to cover their malice?
Thanks, I was there
Not fabricated not narrated

Thanks, I lived in this age
When we are on the edge
Where everything us acquired by rage
Propaganda knows no hedge
And mercy confined in a mental cage
Closed in a spurious punk bondage
Politicians, masters of unrivaled fledge
Thanks again.

By The Heir

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