The gallant short-sighted soldier.
Proudly, I stand with your vision,
Honesty, your point of selling,
Corruption fight, never ending,
To rise, we needed recession,
But the bleeding bleeders started,
Setting bantering banters free.
The bad black brothers called you dead,
We see them burning blowing horns,
Roving about, shaming the news,
Bunch of shameless ‘non-repenting’,
Scared of jail, they’re now defecting,
Your slow steadiness, they accuse.
The seeing bat that flies at noon.