The polluted policy packaged,
decorated with decayed pages,
painstaking with painkiller increases pain.
Painterly efforts rendered painful.
Bitterly we wept,
that we might be free from packaged polluted policy,
painlessly in painful pains we wept in pail.
How long would our pains be painful?
Polluted policy packaged turns sacred cow,
never be touched, neither turned,
still pushed like a packhorse,
loudly in silence, we sing the dirge of our policy.
Come ye citizen, to a solemn meeting,
let's reason together the discourse of policy.
Let all 't' be crossed and 'i' be dotted with sincerity,
that the polluted policy that brings pain be destroyed.
Babalola Israel A
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