Auld lang syne
What a whine
With your old year line
We don’t want those memories
All the deaths not necessary
While in his ivory tower
Sits a culprit who never cowers
No apologies to families
He just smiles and lies with ease
A face I’d like to never see
Planted in each news feed
Tolls of the new year’s bell
Too many sad tales to tell
They ring in hope, we all say that
Watching our country’s old fat cat
Father time you’re much too late
As graves pile up at horrid rates
Followers of this dictator
Will all be sorry later.
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Could not have said it better ! Begone !
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Hopefully a better year to come π π
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Well argued
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