New Zealand's Prime Minister Poem by Tango

On a throne there sits a queen,
upon her subjects she looks down her nose,
because she thinks she is wonderful and supreme.
She struts around the world showing off her invisible crown,
all smiles and teeth, and hardly ever a frown.

The media has been bought to spread nothing but lies,
most of her subjects she has vaccinated,
again, and again with the poison of her choice,
turning a lot of them into informers and spies,
the ones who suffered she just ignored their pleading voices,
saying it was their imagination and all in their minds.

But the time is coming when she is going fall,
for one by one against her the masses are rising,
and when she finally goes she will leave,
her country in the biggest mess of all.