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False Prophets

False Prophets

They lived quietly in huts and villages

In the shanty shacks outside of town

In run down tenements in slum cities

Under the thumb of a dictator

Whose position was upheld by thugs

Who pretended to uphold a law

The people often prayed for change

Pleaded with others to come and help

Until the terror arrived in the night

A devil wreaking havoc in the dark

Raging fires began to light up the sky

Explosions rocked the tenements

Families ran for shelter in their fear

The intruder spewed threats of more

A new dictator had now arrived

Whose power was upheld by thugs

Who pretended to uphold a law

Would anything really change

The intruder began to destroy the land

Claimed resources had been stolen

Wealth flowed out to oligarchs overseas

The old lies were resurrected once more

False claims of benefits of colonisation

As they proceeded to rape the country

Copyright: David Hopcroft January

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