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Expect us not to believe
Expect us not to believe
You could miraculously fetch
Water with a sieve!
Till we return to dust
You, nothing better than a rust,
Could not quench our thirst.
Collecting taxes
Without combing out lechers
That spare not even the broke
Or the stone to siphon
Rather has an impact adverse,
For it is allowing few
Nation's wealth unfairly amass
At a cost of harm to
The credulous and ...
Friday 12th February 2016 6:17 am
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