The black night
hasn’t disappeared
Disappeared out into
the clouds
Clouds of darkness
thunder claps
Claps rolling of
cymbals beats
The black night in
our minds
Minds will imagine
the worst of its kind
Kind of the
creditors allowing space of time
Time to find a
better way to settle the debts
But the corruptors
and associates walking free
Free to engage and
tuck in their favourite dishes
Dishes can’t be
found in prison
Prison will be a
long goodnight
The black night in
the horizon
Horizon for the bad
hats to deal
Deal to be in the
cage or walk free
Free to play when
chains aren’t there
The black night the
people fear
Fear of the nation
going to the dogs
Dogs of the good or
dogs of the bad
Bad taking us down
the slippery road
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