Triibal comes again

 

Hey Mr. President, it’s me, the resident

I’m tribal and evil

So I guess I’m the resident who’s evil

Not tribal to cultures but the system

Been searching for the vultures with their high esteem,

In disguise that they’re here to redeem

But listen carefully to the next rhymes in riddle

I hope I’m clear, we’re tired of living in fear

I write wondering if there will ever be a next meal

We’re tired of political corruption, we’re seeking redemption

Not assumptions to solve the situations

Hence the eruption of hardships in our townships, at least we got scholarships for the kids

But are the rest of their family members to chew on reeds?

Just because the system has bloodsuckers like you, mosquitoes who never skip their feeds

Then hide behind political campaigns like highlight reels

We’ve made exceptions to your excuses

But now you’re being pussies because I can’t see the president’s uses

It’s like the name president is just a tag on a cheap bag

Now our country is still unknown even by the flag

It’s so sad the leaders who are to save the people are richer than the country itself

Having piles of cash stocked on their shelf

Leaving the people in rags

Now MPs, ministers, councilors, mayors are all stationed pegs

They’re like a curse to the country, they just plagues

We’re never heard, even if our voices are like bees in hives

They suck the country dry and live their lives

Back in the days, weak greedy leaders could be dealt with, with just knives

Maybe if someone missed you with a spear you would open your ears and hear,

Because if you’re not watching, the people have cried, now they can’t tear