By alvan71
The long houses on the settlement plains
Cleared it all by the government's cronies
Housing them in one spot for easy manipulations
The indigenous people never knew what hit them
The cronies gave the peanuts of food
Some money for them to feel so good
Through backdoor efforts cronies took the land
Reaped the harvest for billions
Within the compounds they cried
The imaginary walls trapped them
They wailed all night and day
The suffering of their stupidity
They promised they would change
The warriors of the ancient people
Yet when the crunch came
They fell for the same old tricks again!
So at night you would hear
The wailing of sorrow in the nights
For their lives had become predictable
The cronies gave the peanuts of food
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