When power lost
The mind can't accept
Retiring without power
For some the mind gets overdrive
Imagine scenes sabotaged own people
Just to tell the whole world
Isn't that stupid?
Lucky for most of us
We have long known his antics
When power is gone
Growing old gracefully
Leave the stage
Write memoirs or do gardening
Some just can't
They think of the imaginative power
Brewing up statements
Ranting of an old man
The people don't owe him anything
He had done what he could
For the country and her people
Good or bad history will do the talking
The painted hearts
Enough of the elites
Time for the country
And ourselves
The recognition we deserve
As the power brokers in general elections
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