The Tears You Caused

By Kingsley Godstime

You sabotage our economy
Even with your mulish act
You made me doleful
And even made poverty my food
can one find solace in you?
I doubt
Your grenade is ever ready
To drive people about
Your act of contempt towards me
Makes me whimper
Makes me seek solace
In the content of a whisky bottle
Your level of lackadaisical is immeasurable
Your subjects are your last priority
You consume our consumable
And even cart away our goodies
There is not an atom of remorse in you
Neither do you feel any rue
For us whom you caused sorrow
Watch! There is a tomorrow


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