You might say, it isn't true
Nevertheless, it just flew
For, now we all know, it was mere flu
Elicit money n' power down the flue
Time n' livelihoods lost, we rue
Yea, still you feel it isn't true
To the mental basement, they had us, to block our view
Up to now, the sky remains all blue
Meanwhile, vitriol they continued to spew
You might say it isn't true
Poverty n' oppression is the cue
That Big P n' politicians had to brew
To suppress popular discontent that grew
7 May 2022
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