Of dogged and netted psychos
Cutting deeper into the skin of time
Snoring to manipulative instincts
Watching the sands down the drain
A marinated flavor of dogs and rats
Roasted for a darker feasting
Rigging the vote of conscious
Yet it slowly dawned on Brother Leader
For seconds away Benghazi shook
Awakening sleeping dogs of revolution
Barking psalms of revolt
Just seconds away
Seconds away I prayed
Laying academia wreaths of honor
Hatching oval eggs of meditation
Peddling yokes of imperialism
Even Comrade Bob saw it come
As Zimbabwe sank into disrepute and turmoil
And yet professor wouldn’t learn
Treading where angels rest
For silence is war of crime
Maybe we are just seconds away
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