The
political crooks
In
the court feeling no remorse
They
can smile to the cameras
They
feel they have their rights
One
crook wrote a poem
Telling
he was innocent as hell
He
didn't say he was wrong
The
millions he received
One
was happy he could defend
In
court to explain how he receive it
He
says he will have his day and time
Gunning
down the charge on him
Under
Amla these crooks face
Walk
to the court out on bail
The
people want them in jail
Don't
drag on the cases
They
were supported by own members
The
birds of the same feathers flocked together
Smiling
for the cameras feeling no remorse
Bring
in the cases quickly and let them rot in jail
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