Semburit* they cry
As if they the saints!
They do no wrong
Holding placards to
say
These opponents
should move on
They can’t think on
economy
They get entangled
in sex
As if they don’t
get it in their minds
The Colonial master
moved on
Here we still get
narrowed in our view
What people do in privacy
is none of our business
Why must we poke
our noses to it?
We aren’t saints
We shouldn’t pass
judgement
Semburit they cry
As if they are the
saints!
*go the anal way
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