By Ntiikaknii
Spill the beans
Let the wrongs be known
Let the corrupted ones flee
In this land of bountiful
The air that we breathe
The aroma paint in our smell
Let the wrongs be known
No divide and rule tactics
As it is now
The catching of small fries
The bigger fishes still walking
Even reports made
Yet nothing being done
It is as business as usual
The way on corruption
Only on the small runners
Now another death
In its HQ of sorrow
It's the bad karma
Of closing allegedly one eye
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