If I could taunt tyrants
I'd grab wealth stashed in Swiss vaults
And share it among street kids and vagrants
On whom beleaguered leaders depend for votes.
If I could remake Africa
I'd clear cronyism
Dispatching despots to Guantanamo bay in Central America
Scourging ostentatious consumerism.
If I could wave a magic wand
I'd erect nuclear plants
Taking a serious stand
To eradicate populist slants.
If I could innovate means
To convert Mukula timber into gun butts
There would be no more scenes
Reeking of poverty in a million huts.
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